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It takes me half an hour to write a verse
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
My weakness for the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off-track 

Although I’ve been here before
He’s just too heard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you’d wear me well
So where’s my moral parallel? 

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