At a party this is no lie.
I met a gal named Lauralie.
This chick I just could not pass by.
One thing I want to clarify.
She had a figure for to die.
Her eyes were bluer than the sky.
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Her skin so smooth it made me sigh.
She floated like a butterfly.
Her voice was like a lullaby,
looked sweeter than an apple pie.
She winked at me she wasn\'t shy.
Felt like it was Fourth of July.
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She turned me on I can\'t deny.
Being a handsome single guy;
went to her table, and whereby.
Seat next to her I\'d occupy.
Ecstatic man my hopes were high.
Two margarita\'s I would buy.
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Three more this night this chick would try.
Then everything just went awry,
what happened next \'twould horrify!
I froze just like a Samurai.
To think about it, I still cry.
Into my drink fell her \'glass eye\'~
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