That’s kind of a cynical view. I’d simply say love is strange. Oh yeah, many people take it for a game, but once you get it you never want to quit and after you’ve had it you never want to quit. Oh no!
I have to confess that what makes me not want to quit is Chantilly lace and a pretty face, with a pony tail hangin’ down; a wiggle and a walk, a giggle and a talk; makes the world go round. Ain’t nothin’ in the world like a big eyed girl; she makes me act so funny, makes me spend my money; makes me feel real loose, like a long necked goose – yeah honey, thats what I like!
Even if she’s a pretty woman walking down the street? A pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet? I can’t believe it. It must be true.
So, if I see a pretty woman walking down the street, a pretty woman–the kind I’d like to meet, I can’t ask her to stop a while or to talk a while…and especially not ask her to give her smile to me?
Man…love hurts.
Hey Sol, :highfive:
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Heh, heh. What are the odds of that simulpost?
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Sol Grundy and Inigo Montoya
It’s ok if she’s only walking, but beware of any unnatural finger and foot activity. And if she start’s up with those Do - Wa - Diddies, RUN!
… and Keep on running, keep on hiding, One fine day I’m gonna be the one to make you understand, Oh yeah I’m gonna be your man .
Ain’t that the truth. Why just the other day I ran into a babe like hillbilly queen was describing and I figured that she had the kind of lovin’, kissin’ and a-huggin…but you know what she did? She knocked me off my feet! Whew. Have mercy on me.
Yeah, well…
My father told me, lyin’ on his bed of death, he said, “A woman’s gonna make it. Don’t fool yourself. She’s got something that make a man lay that money (huh) right in her hand. The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor.”
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No wonder women keep running away from me!
If you change your mind, I’m the first in line, Honey I’m still free, take a chance on me 
Wild thing you make my heart sing, you make everything groovy, Come on, wild thing! I think you move me. But I gotta know for sure. Come on and hold me tight. …
Thing is, she’s a maneater. Watch out boy, she’ll chew you up. Whoa - here she comes; like I said, she’s a maneater.
Personally, I’d like to shake his hand. He made my baby fall in love with me.
But sometimes you gotta let her cry, cuz she’s a lady. Let her dream, cuz she’s a child. Let the rain fall down upon her. She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild.
Ah, yes, but what if you ask her to “Pour some sugar on me?” Will she comply?
If I said she had a beautiful body, though, would she engage in frottage? Because when you’re in love with a beautiful woman, you get an erection.
I duuno; it all depends on whether you’ll sing me to sleep after the lovin’.
You’re so vain! You seem to think this thread is about you.