Look at you from afar,
As you stand across the bar,
Having a swell time with the guys,
Me, a drink none buys.
Peep from behind a pillar,
The view quite blur.
To attract your eye, no courage,
Yet would like you to acknowledge.
I’ll serve you milord,
My Greek God,
'Cos with you, I’m infatuated,
My whole being inverted.
You only need crook a finger,
To follow I’m most eager.
Beside you, I’ll stay,
Even if you tell me nay.
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