Mathew, I’ve only known though Paul,
Mathew Watson, oh so young and tall!
He ensures he keeps a blocked memory,
Of all girls and feminine acquaintances.
From the snobbish bitch of a kind,
He’ll know them from feet to their mind.
After the early hours of the morn,
Mat will sleep usually beyond dawn.
From waiter to a sales representative of records,
He’ll eventually do well for himself.
Just like silver coins changing to bright gold,
And he doesn’t like girls who are just bold.
For a country town folk of now,
He can certainly make a city fellow learn,
The difference of attitude and dress,
While the millions of walkers in the city, don’t careless!
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