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I once met a girl who knew how to dance

But sadly her dad was one from France

Despite the fact I didnt know how to dance

I already knew of the song of chance

Her hair was sunny

Like pure honey

Yet I didn't have the money

To go buy her a bunny

Despite the stress

I shall digress

I'll Play some chess

During this mess

No more wait

Go staight to fate

Well this is great

Let's go on a date