I Fell in Love with an Eskimo

I watched her there, across the room
In that small bar in Ilfracombe.
‘My Eskimo’ I called her then.
And I’ve no cause to think again,
Though thirty years have passed me by
I still see her in my mind’s eye.
How fine her Mongol features looked
Shy smiles and glances, I was hooked!
I fell in love with her that night,
Across a bar, a lovely sight.
Oh how I love them all to bits
Those small, dark women with nice tits!

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