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At First Splat

A week ago I saw for first
A bit of love to quench a thirst
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't have hit your bare hand so well

There comes a time in every man's life
When we search for something to muffle our strife
Had I felt then what I feel now
Eight thousand dollar suits I wouldn't have shelled

One gun, two rounds you'll bring on our date
Why Can't we start fresh with a nice new clean slate?
Had I loved then what I love now
Gold plated balls I wouldn't have swelled

It was love at first splat
With a hunky Fat Cat

So it's up to me to make it work
Because you stole the heart of this Young Turk