Totally corny.

Let's drink margaritas on the beach,
Then I'll take you back to my sheets,
Where we'll talk & relax,
Then get up and dance.

Dancing with you,
If only that was true.
I'd feel so .. glamorous,
You leave me .. breathless.

Can't get you out of my head,
So let's get into my bed.
Undress you with my teeth,
And we'll see what's underneath.

It starts with dancing with you,
Too bad it isn't true,
Because you live so far away...
But maybe... one day.

The End

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