All I recall o’you these days, girl,
Is a strawb’rry milkshake’s frothy swirl,
From that roadside Fifties diner,
Where you told me I’m a whiner.
Boy, ye wore an old T-shirt,
Crusty wi’ construction dirt,
Spectators thought ye blessed,
For I was smartly dressed.
Girl, all we ate was meat ‘n’ fries,
Ma - dear Ma - always did despise
ya - Why did I refuse to listen?,
Who’d dress up to view burger-glisten?
Not’ing wrong wi’ standards, boy,
I aimed to please, not to annoy,
Ain’t I allowed fancy threading,
Upon the day o’my wedding?
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