Oh beautiful chair How I love you so So blue, your concept Is truly Bo
To get to you I will kick and slap A gorgeous woman And climb over her lap
I’ll have to straddle And maybe kiss But the phone, she rings Excuse me, miss
Hang on while I Speak husky French (A thousand women Are set a-drench)
And so I like it rough You see You’ll stay for dinner? We’re having me
Kiss you? Yes, perhaps next week But your skirt did lift And I did get a peak
Staple my wrist With the force of your heel Slap me again And find out what I feel
Don’t push your luck But cheers, salut Excuse-moi, did you say Red or blue?
If you walk away I still have my phone And the chance to spend Some Danish krone
Was there somebody here? Or somebody there? I must admit They’re not my chair.
@2015DHartley
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