Oh, it really wasn't my intention To disregard convention It was just an impulse That had to be obeyed. Though it seems convention we've been scorning I'll still not go in mourning Though my reputation Is blemished, I'm afraid. With just one kiss What heaven, what rapture, what bliss Honestly, I thought you wouldn't. Naturally, you thought you couldn't. And probably we shouldn't. But aren't you kind of glad we did? Actually, it all was blameless. Nevertheless, they'll call it shameless So let's keep the lady nameless But aren't you kind of glad we did? Socially, I'll be an outcast
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