Classic Poem

VERSE

I never could qualify as a saint
Or pose for a Sunday school mural.
I've romped with the fillies and dallied with dillies,
My pleasures have always been plural.
Then, all of a sudden, a girl I meet
Who seems to believe I'm a special treat,
On the primrose path I'm stumbling.
Are my bad intentions crumbling?
Have I been wrong all along?

REFRAIN

Maybe I should change my ways,
Maybe sweet romancing pays.
Maybe I am overdue
For a love that's true.
What if I should try
To let temptation pass me by,
And really concentrate upon
A girl who'd lead me to my place in the sun?
Maybe if I could resist
All the lips I've never kissed,
If I anchored down my heart
Would the magic start?
I should change my ways,
But something deep inside me says
That love undying is a sham,
I guess I'll stay the way I am!