Though she’d called him a fool… a bit harsh…
Naked, twirling his silly moustache…
On his damn knees, no less,
Still, she had to confess,
She admired his bloody panache!
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Though she’d called him a fool… a bit harsh…
Naked, twirling his silly moustache…
On his damn knees, no less,
Still, she had to confess,
She admired his bloody panache!