"We make love, yes? Have good time, no? You, Me?"

"No thank you, I'd rather not (you greasy wop), now go away."

On holiday, in sunny Spain, I met a man called Donatellie -

"We make love - yes? Have good time - no? You? Me?"

He was too short and smarmy, no good for me, I'm fussy see.

But he kept on and on and on, and then I heard him say:

"We make love - yes! Have good time - no! You! Me!"

"NO, THANK YOU, I'd rather NOT, you greasy wop, now... GO AWAY!"

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