Say! What a lot of guys there are
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itvish, heimish, all-the-same-ish,
No idea, or heard-the-name-ish…
This one drove his mother’s car.
This one took me to a bar.
Say! What a lot of guys there are.
Yes. Some turn red, and some turn white.
Some have paralytic fright.
Some dates are awesome. Some are sad.
And some are felony-level bad.
Why are some so sad and bad?
I do not know, but it makes me mad.
Some don’t care. Some care a lot.
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