She shot me down

(Alan Evans)

If God loves a trier

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A beauty like no other entered my old drinking place couldn't take my eyes from her hypnotised by her beautiful face she walked with the grace of a model held herself in a grand style I stopped and stared like a schoolboy as the room lit up with her smile every eye was upon her as she strutted her stuff with a dance thought I'd chance my luck show my stuff everythings worth a chance I stumbled like a drunk as I got near felt my face burning bright red she glided along like an angel while I moved like the living dead she let me XXXX XXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXX XXXXX XX XX XXXXXXXXXX XX XXXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX X XXXXX XX XXX XXX XXXX XX XXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XX XXX XXXXX X XXXXX X XXXX XX XX XXX XXX XX XXX XXXX XXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXXX X XXXX XX X XXX XXXXXXX X XXXXXX XXXXXX XX XXXX

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