Meeting a girl’s father
As I sit here in her living room
Meeting her father for the very first time
I’m trying to find the right thing to say to her very protective daddy
I wonder what I should do
Should I stay here terrified tapping the floor with my black shiny shoe?
Or should I get up and leave
But it was too late
As he entered the room it felt like I was in the mist of doom
All I could hear and feel is my heart beating tremendously fast
When he began to speak as he approached me
His powerful voice was somewhat like a punch
It knocked me right off my feet
So all that I could do after that is get up and run
Just like the release of my body liquid was running down my pants leg
And as I pulled my man hood back together
I realized that the feeling of meeting a girl’s father for the first time is not at all fun.
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