She took off her dress, it fell on a wooden floor.
She knew she was beautiful,
She knew he had no defense.
The poor kid had no clue.
She had only one use for you.
He did as he was told.
Couldn't see he was getting old.
In the moonlight he could see
What the wetness of her breast,
The taste of her could not reveal.
His, she would never be.
But he did his best,
With no right answer for that test.
She took off her dress . . .
And his heart beat it to the floor.
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