Emily, oh Emily.
A lovely girl, she.
Eyes like roses: her thorny stare
Looking through me like I wasn't there.
Sexy, legs like Satan's satin,
Emily, oh sexy she.
I never knew an Emily.
Never yet, but someday may,
And when I look on her I'll say
"I thought of you in years gone by!
And now you've come, and here you'll stay!"
Oh, never I; I'm far too shy.
But if I ever saw her,
Sweet, she'd be,
My Emily.
Walking smooth; not a strut,
Just sweet street stride,
A smile that's never been denied
And the kind of teeth that have intentions.
Emily, oh Emily.
Legs like Satan's satin, she.
A lovely girl, she.
Eyes like roses: her thorny stare
Looking through me like I wasn't there.
Sexy, legs like Satan's satin,
Emily, oh sexy she.
I never knew an Emily.
Never yet, but someday may,
And when I look on her I'll say
"I thought of you in years gone by!
And now you've come, and here you'll stay!"
Oh, never I; I'm far too shy.
But if I ever saw her,
Sweet, she'd be,
My Emily.
Walking smooth; not a strut,
Just sweet street stride,
A smile that's never been denied
And the kind of teeth that have intentions.
Emily, oh Emily.
Legs like Satan's satin, she.
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