It wasn't no secret what type of boy I was, I couldn't hide it if I tried
I loved women folk at an early age, and conscious was not my guide
Now Miss Lula Mae was a fine figure of a woman, and a widow at that
And all the men folk that seen her, would stop to tip their hat
But I was just a young boy, and knew no courtesy
Instead I'd stop on a dime, and gawk at her shamlessly
I had my little fantasies, and she was in them all
And I'd probably still be fantasizing, if my grandma hadn't called.



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