| it was a modern love affair
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| completely cool and casual
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| they hardly knew each other was there
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| i mean Both of them had their own getting off to do
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| and they had to dream about their own self
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| when they were through
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| but the modern girl was elated
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| with what the revolution gave her
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| and since she was liberated she could have
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| everything that striked her fancy
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| and she fancied quite a bit
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| i mean if it felt good she did it
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| and she did it every chance she could get
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| with her main modern man and otherwise
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| and her taste wasn’t limited to just modern guys
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| since another modern girl showed her
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| that modern girls know how to hold her
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| and after she had her eyes opened
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| all her old close friends started getting closer
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| and new friends weren’t that far away
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| but the modern man he just wasn’t so lucky
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| he being shook from his usual role as the heartbreaker
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| he was completely battered and bewildered
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| when he actually started in feeling something for her
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| and he discovered a new emotion
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| when they stopped ending up together as frequently
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| and when he finally confronted her with the question
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| «had she been bedding down with others in the periphery without him?»
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| and she replied «Hell yes! |
| ain’t it funny!»
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| so view the modern man looking, looking, looking, like a soft Picasso
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| he’s there with his head in his hand
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| repeating to himself an epigram
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| «live by the scam, die by the scam.» |