Trudging home, you're feeling glum,
Your nose is cold, your feet are numb.
It's been a long and weary day,
Can't wait to get home, come what may.
You open the door and step inside.
Take the key from the lock, shut the door and sigh.
Take off your coat, then off with your shoes,
Feeling the warmth now,
Time to banish the blues...
And just as you turn to go get a beer,
There, on the sofa: a gift for you dear!
It's contours are easily read like a book,
It's curvy and small and it's giving you that look...
It has long red hair and sexy 'come to bed' eyes,
There's no time to waste, as you know how it flies!
The only thing your gift is wearing,
Is a great big red bow - no need for wrap-tearing!
So come here and feast your eyes on this gift,
I hope I can give your night a saucy lift!
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