She was just a young womanOf an age well below my radarBut my eye caught hersAnd was heldAnd I could
She was just a young womanOf an age well below my radarBut my eye caught hersAnd was heldAnd I could see her sizing-me-upI flushed, wanted to look awayBut she had not finished her calculatonsWould not let me look awayShe headed straight for meI could not runAnd the words that fell from her mouthCarried such certainty of toneThat I knew running was an longer an optionShe had come in search of a petOne that would take rough handlingAnd she had made her choice -- source link
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