I met her at the dry cleaners
Putting my suit in
She, picking up an evening dress
That showed a little skin
Hair ruffled at the back
First attraction
Fancy that
Wore Lycra like an athlete
Blonde hair like a crown
She gave me a sheepish look as she put her wine down
Eyes blue, skin like milk in the night
Not many words were spoken but she was a delight
Now I am much older but still within the zone
Of half my age plus seven
So it is told
Why should I look upon a maid that could steal all my worth
But I battle forces within my mind
Am I entitled to desert
I hoped to see her again maybe to test the water
Next day in front of me
I see
Someone like the mother of the daughter
Thinning hair ruffled at the back
This one wearing blue jeans
That were more than a little slack
The face now aged
The milk had curdled
Thank you Lord for helping me
To get over this hurdle
Beauty fades like a flower
Should I jeopardise my Sanctity
In these final hours
That\'s the game I had to play
In it I must choose
Knowing that it\'s all or nothing
I do not choose to lose.
You keep me from temptation
And always make a way
So for now
I will not vow
But worship you
Each day.