He's bold like the rebel from the 70s,
He's all prim and proper within,
He dazzles when the world's the audience,
He moves like original sin.
His words are enamel-coated,
Not a syllable out of place,
There isn't a style he can't pull off,
Not a situation he can't ace
All the pretty things line up
Each time he does his thing,
With the menacing grace of a Mustang,
He gets his way without the bling
He's passion brewed with self-confidence,
And just a hint of smooth,
He's every good thing from the past,
With a tiny sliver of rude
He'll make you go weak in the knees,
He'll always have his way,
He couldn't be more perfect if he tried,
My guy from yesterday.
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