Look here. Look there?
Look everywhere?
I want a goddess who'll lead me away
from mischievous gypsy camps.
From loose women of easy virtue,
I'm a juvenile leopard changing his spots
but I have a serpentine devil in my pants
with a three-pronged lance
look here. Look there?
Look everywhere?
The whores of Babylon
and the wenches of France
are serving up a biblical Moulin Rouge dance,
in my pants, in my pants
in my pants, inarguable
yet my heart wants romance.
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I laughed at just about every line, until the last and then it became bittersweet and heartfelt, good luck to finding what you need in the chest of for your romance