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Pull up a chair at the Cafe

Where Summers end and Winters begin

Where lovers frolick

And the broken hearted slip gin into their Caramel Macchiato's

We can stare into each others eyes

Hold hands and I'll let you win our battle of wits

Just because I know that it would hurt your ego

If I let you swim, swim, swim in the mind of Evelyn

Where seldom boys enter

And when they do they find themselves cry, cry, crying

Because she is harsh, dear

She is honest

And it is her brutality

It makes her hot, hot, hot

Lustful and desirable

Her perfect weapon is her scarf

Draped tightly around her neck

When she looks in your eyes

She searches for a soul that could answer all of her problems

But she will never find what she is looking for



BECAUSE SUCH A THiNG DOESN'T EXiST