A FEMALE’S NERVE


Once I chance a female's nerve
Holding much of air
I threw away my golding cap
And caught up with her hair
It was her nerve,
Flying all the way
I hold her in my kindly arms
Showing tune and sound
I forsaw her golding grace
And caught on with her skin
It was her never,
Flying all the way
I shook and smile at her face
Smiling all the grace
I be held her softer skin
And caught on with her breast
It was her nerve,
Flying all the way
The never was what she felt
Like her purely self
I threw away my golding cloths
And caught on with her dress
It was her nerve,
Flying all the way
Once I felt a female's nerve
Flying all the way
I threw away my golden net
And caught on with her nerve
It was her self,
Dancing all the way

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Tirelessly in love to this one particular girl