Scott Whitby, 2020
My first date
It was simple
No worries, no bothers
Unless a pimple
Her first date
So different now
Will he behave
And treat her... how?
My first date
Scared to death
Movies or what?
What about my breath?
Her first date
She seems so ready
They're just hanging out
Not going steady
My first date
Nearly broke the glass
Walked into the door
Didn't see it, full pane of glass
Her first date
He blowed the horn
Later just met her
Somewhere warm
My first date
It didn't break
Thank God for that
So embarrassed I ached
Her first date
No way to sleep
So sick with worry
Too worried to weep
My first date
I walked into the door
Why can't he do that?
Is he better or more?
Her first date
No price to pay
Don't blow the horn
You want to live another day?
So many first dates
Maybe the next one's the rave
Will he knock on the door?
Not end up in a grave?
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