She grew on him like poison ivy on a tree
I see , I see
what is She to him
Frivolous whim
just a plant to water it seems
pass time of no importance
She shall be, She shall be
a game to play
He promised nothing else.
amuse and laugh
please and arouse
a doll to kiss
dress and undress
pretty dresses, lovely face
little talk and lots of fun
Then to the corner to dusty corner
No excuses to cry
when the time is up
bow and smile.
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