To --- You Like The Trifling Triolet: Well, Here Are Three Or Four. Unless Your Likings I Forget, You Like The Trifling Triolet. Against My Conscience I Abet A Taste Which I Deplore; You Like The Trifling Triolet: Well, Here Are Three Or Four. Have You Ever Met With A Pretty Girl Walking Along The Street, With A Nice New Dress And Her Hair In Curl? Have You Ever Met With A Pretty Girl, When Her Hat Blew Off And The Wind With A Whirl Wafted It Right To Your Feet? Have You Ever Met With A Pretty Girl Walking Along The Street? I Ran Into A Lady'S Arms, Turning A Corner Yesterday. To My Confusion, Her Alarms, I Ran Into A Lady'S Arms. So Close A Vision Of Her Charms Left Me Without A Word To Say. I Ran Into A Lady'S Arms, Turning A Corner Yesterday. How Many Maids You Love, How Many Maids Love You! Your Conscious Blushes Prove How Many Maids You Love. Each Trusts You Like A Dove, But Would She, If She Knew How Many Maids You Love, How Many Maids Love You?
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