I met him
during a short stay
on Easy Street,
a real lady killer.
Not the kind
you'd imagine
I'd fall for...
He was real smart
...I mean book smart,
with a tough shell
and a soft underbelly.
And cool...so cool.
He always looked like
he could fit in anywhere,
right at home with the
real gents, but he
could handle himself
with the regular guys, too.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Not that he was a regular guy.
This one stepped out of a
story book.
And, man, didn't I want
to be his princess.
A girl like me
didn't stand a chance.
He was irresistible.
We were together for
a while. It was nice.
He treated me like a lady.
Paid me compliments,
spoke to me real sweet-like,
and made love to me like
it was me lying there...
not just any dame...me!
Not like the jerks I always knew.
But you know the routine.
Just...didn't...work out.
It wasn't him.
It was me.
Like usual.
He was a real Park Avenue doll.
I even think he loved me
a little...
me...
can you imagine?
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