The fleeting moment
Don't let it go by
You should try and say
A woman walks by
The one who catches your eyes
You know she can't swallow you whole
The more she can do is ignore you
You can build your courage
The soft lingering smell
A woman will make the scent
How many will say?
As usual nothing gain
This is how Don Juan playing
Get a lot of rejections
He will hone his skills
He will have his last laugh
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