It's a dangerous attempt, probably my one and only chance
But I think I blew it tonight, displaying too much pretense
On hindsight it might have been better with a direct pursuit
But you couldn't skip foreplay to go to the interlude
It doesn't usually work that way, how the game is played
Showering compliments, praise bombardments like air raid
Then you go on to tell her how you really feel about her
That ain't my demeanor, casting my doubts about her
I admit, I got into it thinkin' I could stir some shit
The closer I got the more I couldn't do runs and hits
Thinking I got the skills to impress, except I couldn't dress
Striking out at tests, let me try sparking your interest
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