Eyes caught in a slow dance
At your slightest littlest chance
And sooner than I can think
I am invited to many dinners
And then when I sing nice
I look like the Queen of Might
And many people beseech
Looking to me for relief
Requesting me to accord
And I willingly fill the record
And there is so much work really
And so many friends to meet.
Is it that when our eyes were caught
In the slow dance you ceased to cheat?
Today as I type in words many many
People send invites and sooner
Than I know Im busier than a termite.
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