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The Name Game

I met a lady in a bar
A lady with a plan
And when I asked her for her name
She said, "Anita Mann."

I said, "I'm not the one for you
And I'm not falling for your game."
She stared at me and then she laughed,
"No, it really is my name!"

We had some drinks and talked awhile
And shared a bowl of nuts
Then I met her hirsute friend
His name was Harry Butts

He wore a pair of plumber's pants
The view was very rude
But honestly, I must admit
He was a well-named dude

Her girlfriend of many years
Was dressed in red and white
I kissed her hand and whispered,
"You look so sweet tonight!"

She said, "I'll be your sugar mama,
Boy, let me make that plain."
I scratched my head and then I said,
"You must be Candee Cane!"

One odd name after another
And I met them all night long
Could it have been real,
Or had I hit the bong?

But as the evening ended
I met the strangest of them all
That's when I had my palm read
By a chick named Crystal Ball.

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