The golden-haired lad once more writes his very own songs about his very own feelings and plays his very own guitar, mooning over the perfidious young ladies who play fast and loose with his affections, to the delight of the many unperfidious young ladies who would never do him wrong like that.
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The golden-haired lad once more writes his very own songs about his very own feelings and plays his very own guitar, mooning over the perfidious young ladies who play fast and loose with his affections, to the delight of the many unperfidious young ladies who would never do him wrong like that.