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THE WOMEN AT WORK

Wendy smiles, warmly:

Perhaps she has a crush on me,

Then again, perhaps she’s just being genial,

Some people are naturally affable,

She’s old enough to be my mother.

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Nerys smiles, nervously:

Perhaps she thinks I’m deceitful,

Then again, perhaps she’s just shy,

Some people are inherently diffident,

She’s rough as old boots.

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Katie smiles, curiously:

Perhaps she thinks I’m interesting,

Then again, perhaps she’s just inquisitive,

Some people are impulsively nosey,

She’s a bit on the plump side.

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Wilma smiles, wistfully,

Perhaps she’s upset with me,

Then again, perhaps she’s just pensive,

Some people are typically melancholic,

She’s a bit on the tall side.

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Valerie smiles, vampishly:

I thinks she knows I’m vulnerable,

Then again, perhaps she’s just teasing,

Some people are instinctively flirtatious,

Damn shame she’s a lesbian.

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Rita smiles, radiantly:

Perhaps she thinks I’m attractive,

Then again, perhaps she’s just happy,

Some people are intrinsically joyful,

Pity, she has a boyfriend.

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Danni smiles, deferentially:

Perhaps she thinks I’m important,

Then again, perhaps she’s just being polite,

Some people are commonly courteous.

She’s too short.

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Connie smiles, confidently:

Perhaps she thinks I fancy her,

Then again, perhaps she’s just hoping,

Some people are basically optimistic,

Her tits are too small.

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Chloe smiles, childishly:

Perhaps she thinks I’m immature,

Then again, perhaps she’s just foolish,

Some people are congenitally stupid,

She’s a bit skinny for me.

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Anna smiles, anxiously:

Perhaps she thinks I’m keen,

Then again, perhaps she’s eager,

Some people are intuitively expectant,

Her arse is too big.

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Stella smiles, strangely:

Perhaps she thinks I’m up for it!

Then again, perhaps she’s just odd,

Some people are fundamentally different,

I wonder if she’s got her nipples pierced.

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Fiona smiles, falsely

Perhaps she fakes her orgasms too?

Then again, perhaps I've got her all wrong

Some people are difficult to suss out 

She's out of my league anyway.

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