Would you like to go out for a couple of drinks?
We could find out what each other thinks
And the usual, obvious chit-chat stuff.
I imagine two drinks will be more than enough.

Maybe we should meet up again,
Go bowling, walking, hold hands, maybe gain
Each others' trust in a country pub,
Perhaps say goodbye with a friendly hug?

Could I interest you in a Michelin meal?
If the price is a worry, I'll find a good deal
And why not the theatre for later this week?
I'll escort you home, steal a peck on the cheek.

Let's do it again, in the west end this time.
The music's exciting, the food is sublime.
I'll pay for us both like a chivalrous guy,
Then drive you back while you flash me your thigh.

I'll give you a tour of my home town,
With views from the spires, then we'll go back down
For a chinese at my place with wine and movie.
I have a spare room room but you're dying to do me
And obviously it's mutual too:
I've been yearning for yonks to assimilate you.
The night will be magical, joyous and more:
There's plenty of places I want to explore
And features I've looked forward to devouring.
The following morning, while we're showering,
Exchanging soap and cheeky grins
We'll hug real close and I'll slip right in.

Fuck me over the balcony,
I want the rush-hour traffic to see
Us screwing up on the fifteenth floor,
Me banging away, you screaming for more.