Hey there, you, ol' Timmy boy,
do you like the way I wear my hair?
I think that you're in love with me,
just by the way your eyes can stare.
You like the way I sway my hips,
sneaking a peak at my cotton underwear.
Think we'd make a silly game,
or maybe we're a frightful pair?
So kiss me if you want to, boy.
I'll kiss you like a crashing freight train.
I'll wash away your memories,
if you promise to wash away my pain.
So sit by me and sing along every chorus,
and every third refrain,
and blow your penny whistle,
till the neighbours all around complain.
So start your car, I'll hitch a ride,
or meet you on the other side.
Timmy's got a knack for pride,
and rainbows all along his well formed hyde.
So you like the way the wind blows,
right through my mottled hair?
With blow dried curls that catch the sun,
and blind you with their glare.
So cook a meal and I'll make two,
seasoned with my savoir-faire.
Hey there you, ol' Timmy boy,
take a chance on me if you dare.
-o0o-
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