Oh, The Youth Never Stopped Pretending?

Your eyes are searchlights
Rolling pretty in the nights
Stabbing the sky like a convict
What a smart woman you are!
My stars and garters,
Your thieving Cassandra-like breasts, 
Shocks and awes my soul
You're like Buddha and Jesus in one
If your breasts throbs from afar
Something is poking you there,
Your eyes see much and have ideas
I wish to steal for myself
If you won't go out with me
I confess I shall have to inject
Your face with a nerve agent

The End

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