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I was enjoying being alone In my dimly lit comfort zone Reading about Joey Ramone In the latest issue of Rolling Stone
'Hey ho, let's go' I awkwardly sang Then the kitchen telephone rang I heard a hello with a country twang It was that girl I wanted to bang
I was a little nervous at first Took a drink to quench my thirst Pick-up lines were well rehearsed But still, planned for the worst
She was returning my earlier call Felt a tightness in my abdominal wall Would she go to the shopping mall? Watch a movie starring Steven Seagal?
Maybe go eat and then roller skate? Impress her with my one-legged figure eight Whatever she wants, I'll accommodate I swallowed hard and asked her for a date
My stomach was full of butterflies She said yes much to my surprise Wow, talk about the highest of highs Jokingly, I asked if she liked french fries
She forced a laugh at my juvenile joke Burn! She asked if I was cheap or just broke I nearly died from a massive stroke Said I didn't mean it, I just misspoke
That moment is when we both knew No telling what this would develop into I suggested chicken cordon bleu At a new restaurant named Katmandu
But that is all long ago in the past Time was slow then, now it's fast Grateful she said yes when I asked For today, she takes my name at last.
