: I'm collecting for The Evening Star.
: Come here, I wanna kiss you just once, softly and sweetly on your mouth.
: I am just a simple paper boy,
: No romance do I seek.
: I just wanted forty cents
: For my deliveries last week.
: Will this bewitching floozy
: Seduce this humble newsie?
: Oh, what's a paper boy to...do?
: (she kisses him)