We're out on our very first date,
The idea of which i am begginning to hate,
I dont even know how to be romantic,
Someone help! I'm starting to panic!
I dont know what to do,
O M G! What a hullabaloo!
Maybe she'll think and understand,
Why cant i just hold her hand?
Here she comes, through the door,
Sweat dripping from my every pore,
As you can see i'm nervous as hell,
I wonder is she'll be able to tell,
Here it come she's sitting down,
And she's wearing the most beautiful gown,
No, no, NO! What to do?
What should i say, i've not a clue,
HELP! HELP! HELP!
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