Ode to a Shibuya blonde

In the shop, a gal I meet
Blonde hair tied back, tanned head to feet
We share a laugh, shake hands to greet
I take her number, we begin to tweet

On a Friday eve, a dinner date we plan
And it goes off cheerfully as it had began
A gal she is, and I: a man
Then onto karaoke; a perfect date for Japan

A song, a drink, a stolen kiss
What of the last train? That surely we will miss?
Her concerns are true, although I simply dismiss;
A love hotel is near, has it come to this?

An open room we find, and in we go
Out of the cold, to me her tattoos she will show
Heavy petting follows, as we derobe
On the sofa, bed and bathtub, our wild oats we sow

Later, post coitus, she tells me of her boyfriend
The message is clear, this marks the end
She swears to leave him, an honest women she will mend
Distrust I feel, on her way; I send

This short fling marked the end of the year
The end of old habits, and mass consumption of beer
At the age I have reached, I feel a change is near
And thus I wish you the best, in good fortune and cheer