the night was young
and the nice romantic song was sung
we were ready for the fancy dine
table for two
candlelight dinner
poutage du jour
and he served amanita phalloides soup!
straight to my lymph nodes
from head to toe
hypnotized me in a second or two
was he a good fellow?
a bedfellow or a playfellow?
why he seemed like a red diablo?
playing his violoncello
and smiled like a gigolo
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