21st Century Courting

He paints his target and sets in for the kill
Of the girl with the purple skirt with the frill.
He thrills her with his overconfidence and
Hence she goes along with the pretence.
Flattery (and drinks) will get him anywhere, he thinks.
And as I catch sight of the fright of his tongue in her mouth
And his hands headed South, I realise
He's right.