Once when we were young,
And our paths were yet unpaved,
I made for you a smile,
You tossed me back a wave.
A furtive glance perchance,
I wouldn't call it that,
You lingered for a moment,
I couldn't turn my back.
The knight in me approached you,
But chivalry is dead,
My legs were caught in motion,
My neck it turned my head.
The weather's getting warmer,
And still I'm growing old,
My wife is calling for me,
My coffee's gotten cold.
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