AN OLD GAL'S LOVE SONG BY ME
I might walk like a toddler,
I might walk like a toddler,
But I’m never a doddler
When the guy that I love is around.
My voice creaks a bit
When I show off my wit,
But he says he adores the sound,
And he murmurs it’s bliss
When I give him a kiss,
The kind of a kiss that is not hit or miss
Like the ones from a tail-wagging hound.
Yes, all I want is my older man
And not some fleeting flash-in-the-pan.
A significant other who’s not my brother
And turns me on till I need a fan.
Gotta go, folks, he’s at my door.
He might be bald but he’s never a bore.
I’ll toddle over and let him in,
And we’ll play the game we both can win.
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