I was a soul in search of a goal

Bored stiff by dry spiritless drones.

When I saw from afar such a twinkling star

Near the beach on Cornwall by Malone’s.

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Tart-sweet like a grape she was perfect in shape

I was long cultivating her look.

I cried out I’ve been hit, I am roast on a spit

For this savior, angel or crook.

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Babe-a-licious

She was the true queen of all babes

Babe-a-licious in her life and her deeds.

Babe-a-licious

She was the true queen of all babes

Oh the ploys and the plays of the curious phase

The sweet ache of a young woman's needs.

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Blowin’ her sax with no time for the facts

She preferred long calls on the phone.

Sparkling quick her mind was a trick

With laughter ruling her throne.

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Like a cat in the sun out from under the gun

Of the naive teenage blush.

Her name was Tenlille and she lived for the feel

Of that racing adrenaline rush.

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Babe-a-licious

She was the true queen of all babes

Babe-a-licious in her life and her deeds

Babe-a-licious

She was the true queen of all babes

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She smiled at the sage of conservative age

A vampish vivacious smile.

A smile full of youth and its’ beautiful truth

A smile of comfort and style.

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Couldn’t run couldn’t hide

I felt something inside, tantalizing, exciting and warm

‘Twas a heart remade by the brunette babe

In fabulous feminine form.

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Babe-a-licious

You are the true queen of all babes

Babe-a-licious in your life and your deeds.

Babe-a-licious

You are the true queen of all babes

Oh the ploys and the plays of the curious phase

The sweet ache of a young woman's needs.

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