I've found a seeming paradise
Right back in Austin TX
Where Sun shines warm, the air breathes calm,
And love gleams clear from them
The pretty ones, the female kind,
Who choose who they choose to ensnare
Into their lovely bout.
Sometimes when I see them
And a mutual smile ensues
I get confused on how to follow
Without it seeming like wild pursuit
I sometimes wish they'd say hi back
And came interested to be
Further informed on me and eager
To let me know of them.
I have one here right now with me
Well, or beside, the pool.
Let's see if one quick one two three
Of words might smiles produce.
Five secs too late, the female sprung
Fore I could chant my words
Time's often short, and I guess they think
Slow males make lousy company.
I want to talk to one of them
To find a random friend
With much to talk and hints of like
Enough to go to bed.
Both us, of course, in one alone,
It is full love I seek.
Though if that lacks, and half-love's there
To it I won't be meek.
Come to me, girls, or I to you
But guide me with your signs.
Your looks, your smiles, your twinkling eyes,
So I'll know when to pursue.
And then we'll *stroll*, in day or night
Along sweet, colored paths.
Right back in Austin TX
Where Sun shines warm, the air breathes calm,
And love gleams clear from them
The pretty ones, the female kind,
Who choose who they choose to ensnare
Into their lovely bout.
Sometimes when I see them
And a mutual smile ensues
I get confused on how to follow
Without it seeming like wild pursuit
I sometimes wish they'd say hi back
And came interested to be
Further informed on me and eager
To let me know of them.
I have one here right now with me
Well, or beside, the pool.
Let's see if one quick one two three
Of words might smiles produce.
Five secs too late, the female sprung
Fore I could chant my words
Time's often short, and I guess they think
Slow males make lousy company.
I want to talk to one of them
To find a random friend
With much to talk and hints of like
Enough to go to bed.
Both us, of course, in one alone,
It is full love I seek.
Though if that lacks, and half-love's there
To it I won't be meek.
Come to me, girls, or I to you
But guide me with your signs.
Your looks, your smiles, your twinkling eyes,
So I'll know when to pursue.
And then we'll *stroll*, in day or night
Along sweet, colored paths.
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