Hot Coffee

My Kuala Lumpurian lady,
She never does anything shady,
But when pulling my leg
(Oh, please don’t! I do beg)
She laughs with a little “Hee-hee!”

My Kuala Lumpurian Lover,
She likes to do things under cover,
But no leg-pulling then
(Though I’d like it–ahem!)
For she pretends shy as a lover!

My Kuala Lumpurian Softy,
She tries to be ever so lofty,
But when I come to town
I will pull her on down
Where hot will be more than hot coffee!

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