He takes a shower, dresses up
And coats his best cologne
Makes sure everything's in place
And shuts the ringer off his phone
He drives to destination
Counts the seconds in despair
His first time in this condition
Everything prepared with care
Rose's red as lust and lover
Suit so black it temps the night
Restaurant with all the features
A serenade to bring some light
Gets to door of destination
Sees her form through waves of eyes
Sets his mask upon his visage reels her in to seize his prize
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