Entranced by the waitress's skin,
I imagine we'd have a small wedding -
Let's do it next Sunday!
We'll move to Canada,
Start a family -
Have a cow and a chicken.
I'll write you poetry.
I'll find you on a Saturday morning,
Making love to the farmer next door...
Guess I'd rather be lonely.
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