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Good girls don't kiss and tell, nice girls don't kiss at all.

And with this lie, Mom's lullaby,
little Janey went to dream.

There was a boy, one Oliver,
who Janey met one day.
It was love at first site
with Oliver's lips.
Temptation for the Tasting.

Oliver liked good girls,
both ladies and nymphs when need be.
But Janey was a nice girl.
She wasn't his type, not even close.

They hung out sometimes,
mixing their social circles.
Maybe they were a couple.

That question was answered
when they kissed for a picture.
It was her first.

Maybe something could have happened.
But at the end of the night they said goodbye.
And little Janey walked away in her sensible shoes
and her hair in a bun.

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