Here’s a guy at work, always stoppin' by, With that big ol’ grin and a twinkle in his eye. He says, “You should come hit the green with me, Play a round or two, you’ll see what I mean.” But I can’t shake this feelin’ in my head, Is it really the golf, or somethin’ else instead? He’s askin’ for putts, but I swear I can tell, This ain’t just golf, he’s flirtin’ as well. I’m not here for the golf game, pal, I don’t need nine holes, I think I’ll pass for now. If it’s birdies you’re after, go...