My palms are wet and sweaty

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Unprepared and never ready

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And much like the chode

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Who squanders his load

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I am, and remain unsteady.

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Her pants are tight and stretchy

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Her perfume majestic and heavy

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And as I approach

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My heart beats a note

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That prepares for when she rejects me.

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I walk away stricken

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Relieved of the tension

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Yet gone are the feelings of failure

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For every rejection that bade me to suffer

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Is a brand new lesson to ponder.