See the looking of the soldier,
I think he's angry at the bolger.
He finds it hard to see the love,
Overshadowed by the quiet truelove.
Who is that soaring near the goldfish?
I think she'd like to eat the flatfish.
She is but a hot woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.
Her caring car is just a bride,
It needs no gas, it runs on yuletide.
She's not alone she brings a girlfriend,
a pet flamingo, and lots of yearend.
The flamingo likes to chase a beach,
Especially one that's in the cheech.
The soldier shudders at the emotional lake
He want to leave but she wants the steak.
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