True love
¶ 1
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His true love is football
The beautiful game
Where a heart shaped object
Is subjected to much blame
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So much so he forgot
The pretty maiden’s name
Replacing her with Juve
The grande old dame
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And when the clock strikes three
Without any sense of shame
He leaves the ballroom revelry
Waltzing into an open armed flame
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Despite breaking countless hearts
The beauties could not tame
Despite their earnest efforts
His love he did not proclaim
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They lost him to the air bag
Admittedly it had more fame
He kept returning to the other
Relishing all the acclaim
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Your one true love
Your ways do I declaim
You left me as driftwood
Wandering with no aim
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