You're... some kind of wonderful.
You're...my kind of gal.
Playing naked leapfrog
sure is as swell a way
(to pass the time of day)
- as any other way.
Startled snowflakes stare through the blushing window pane
as we leapfrog nakedly again and again and...
You know...
you're...some kind of wonderful.
You're my kind of gal.
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