Presenting

My goodness, woman.

Sometimes I swear that you're doing it on purpose… that you want me to look.

I hope you don't mind too terribly much that I'm going to be looking one way or the other.

But, lordy.

I'm a simple man, really. I see that thing of yours? And I am in orbit… for days.

Oh, don't get me wrong. There isn't a single part of you that I don't enjoy putting these eyes on. Everything, from your head to that little Irish toe, is perfect. Perfect. As if built for me.

But that thing of yours.

I've been madly in love with you for a hot minute, but that thing of yours?

That thing's been on my mind… mmmmmmmm for a long time.

A long time.

So.

Yeah.

Any old time you feel like putting on the greatest show on earth…

Not sure you'll ever find a more appreciative audience.

Just sayin'.

Phew.

Damn.