As we walk up the sidewalk toward her place,
Holding tight as we walk,
(Anticipating our enjoyment and enjoying our anticipation)
Her neighbors are walking the other way
She introduces me as her sweetman
Estelle is disapproving, but just a little wistful
Bill would give anything, anything to trade places with me
But will later agree with Estelle that we are, indeed, awful
I just want to stop talking and keep walking
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