Never had the courage to advance.
Had my own little idea of romance.
Didn't understand the call of being a man.
Took my liberties with my gender clan.
I did see a warning, on the box with flowers.
These are for show, not the actual flowers.
I had no idea, I actually had to pick them.
I was disappointed when somebody nicked them.
Now I go to your garden as often as I can.
Pick out flowers, that aren't just bland.
I have my eyes open, to real romance.
No more plastic flowers for my lance.
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