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"You are blushing, my dear? what is it? Did something make you sad? Did I say something bad? I cannot sleep at night, Not knowing what wasn't right."

"But I do not care for your ill feeling, I find this blonde much more appealing, Her beauty speeds the beat of my heart, But I can do better, right from the start."

"See, I can hug this tiny thing, My desertman's water, my bird's wing, May the sun shine for her today, And may the angels sing her away."

"Sing me away? That they should not! Your mighty hug had just made me hot. Your touch is so loving, your words are fair, Sam, you and me, are we a pair?"

"Are you mad? When your serbian mate finds out... Once he knows, he shall act fast, And roast my liver for breakfast! He'll do me pain, and between my breaths, I shall die a thousand deaths!"

"Then I can have you, my lovely Sam, For all of your gates I have a ram. Come to me boy, show me your charms, Lean on my chest, fall into my arms."

"Sorry my Lady, but that I can not, It's the blond hair that makes me hot. For that is a thing which you don't have, Go and surf off, with the next wave."

"A turn to the left, and one to the right, This is the one I now have in sight. Look at that swing, she moves with grace, To top it all, a pleasant face!"

"Look at me Sam, the blonde I am not, And your appeal does not make me hot. Your balls with my knee I would now tend, Up there with lanterns is where you shall end."