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Lizzy McGuire set the stage
On fire...showing her bump and grind.
The talk of Paris, rage of Calcutta...
But, most of the world wasn't kind...
She had a flair for the debonair.
Peek-a-boo feathers and boas...
But Handsome Dan did not approve
Of showing her pink, and her bare...
Not wanting to be a 'stagedoor Johnny'
Dan bought all the seats one night.
Sat middle, front row, awaiting her show,
But Lizzy bumped nowhere in sight...
Except behind Dan. Rubbed his shoulder
And when Dan turned around...
Indeed there were sounds! I'll skip
That part...but mention the marriage
Of Dan and Lizzy McGuire...Yeeee-Haaaa! ! !
elysabeth faslund
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