Who is my Love?
Who is my love this day I ask?
What name will lie with me?
One is a red-head with green green eyes
and a frame that's long and slender.
Into a temper she quickly fies
Should lover chance offend her.
I think we shall call her Tate
I think we might call her Kate.
But, don't you think Lavinia is a nice name for a mate?
One is a black girl who's darker than the night. Her feet can can curl and twist, excite;
A little stroking will lighten her ways
Slipping from basque and dropping stays,
Giving pleasure to eager male,
Flashing teeth, twitching tail.
I think we shall call her Mo,
I think we might call her Bo.
But, don't you think Monica is a nice name for a doe?
One - this our last - is blue-eyed blonde
Girl-next-door looks of which she's fond.
Really a tigress with arch-ed back
Very demon in the sack.
Blonded hair is imitation
Noticed not in conjugation.
She folds long hair around your limbs
Finishes off by drinking Pimms.
I think we shall call her Doll
I think we might call her Poll
But don't you think Melinda is a good name for a moll?
Who is my love this day I ask?
Should all lie down with me?
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