She's in parties,
He's in options,
Diluted ideologies unite,
Mood rings and **** carpeting,
Time to ride
The swing.
A bit of nerves,
Warm the hands with Jamaican ***,
All the wives then merrily lift
Their skirts in tandem,
Advertising disparate *******,
The color of come-on.
Spin the bottle,
Pass the blindfold,
****-a-hoop and tied-up,
Guess who's lips you kiss next (?)
They had a lovely evening
--Dinner
--Dancing
--And in someone else's pants.
The couple who plays together
Strays together.
Argue it out in the car
Or go home now.
Once the keys are mixed up,
You're game for the ne plus ultra
Of strange bedfellows,
And even stranger inclinations.
