A man once called an old sweetheart
In school of her virtue she would not part
Such a sweet little thing
That made his heart sing
He hoped the romance to now restart
On the phone she seemed quite receptive
Of his charms she seemed quite susceptive
so she penciled him in
to come around ten
He didn’t ask about contraceptives
He pressed the chimes at his angels door
Hopes for sweet salvation and more
She opened with whips
and tight leather slip
He ran like a bitch to join the peace corp