Love in L.A.

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I'm sorry. I don't have a very good excuse for having written this. My dog ate my income tax.

Love in L.A.

And I don’t want to know what’s in it

Just mix it all up, and plop me right in it

And a one and a two, and it’s in that we go

Love’s got a recipe, you’ll never know

 

Just give me a chance, that’s all I ask

As worthy a man, I’m up to the task

Ready for all that woman has waiting

Wishing and hoping, anticipating

 

Been single so long, I can’t remember

A bachelor so long, it’s time to dismember

This most basic of man’s institutions

I’m looking for answers, seeking solutions

 

The woman appears a tempting approach

The practiced convention with plenty to coach

Mom wants it, Dad wants it – add subtle heft

To the argument – do it – not much is left

 

And the women are nice, as they come and they go

Some that pass by you, some that you know

The colors and shapes, the temperaments, sizes

A wink and a glance, sweet talk tantalizes

 

The women of species outnumbers the men

The rooster should have it so good with the hen

The woman of species is quick to outwit

If you stand to greet, then she’ll choose to sit

 

Would be simpler by far if they’d let you try

The rules that you’ll be expected to buy

A lot of romance is intrigue of unknown

While dating who knows what seeds can be sown?

 

Be calm, coalesce, let the feelings emerge

Don’t question emotion, why stifle the urge?

Go ahead, plunge right in, there’s nothing that’s new

Whatever comes up has been tried before you

 

So the advice it is legion, each one’s got his say

But I got solutions, and that’s my own way

Don’t think what you’re doing, it’s not of the mind

Just be your own self, and find your own kind

 

For starters I have an approach to the quandary

I’m going to check out the babes at the laundry

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