Sunday, July 5, 2009

He let Delilah cut his hair,
then gave his woman an icy stare;
The house was very, very cold,
for she gave him no arms to hold;
He threw a shadow in her face,
and jumped at her about the place;
A turquoise stone was in his pocket,
he meant to keep it from her locket;
Smooth talker tried to play his hand,
then cut with words just like he planned;
She never wanted a war,
so she left and paid him for the car.

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