To a woman i am long in due what lovers call a rendezvous.
For love sakes i cry a cry or two, too old for romance
my heart and strange it grew
for the world to confess.
But a fool fooling himself
he could ever have
what a chance of hope
with a woman like you.
Still what a man so hard to be
tend to keep to themselves,
many the hearts in the world
still it was mine, she walked in kicking her highheels off
poor little rich girl style.
Women im long in due of care and love i continue if just
even worlds apart in doing
What is said, the impossible.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 10:03 AM UTC
To a woman i am long in due what lovers call a rendezvous.
For love sakes i cry a cry or two, too old for romance
my heart and strange it grew
for the world to confess.
But a fool fooling himself
he could ever have
what a chance of hope
with a woman like you.
Still what a man so hard to be
tend to keep to themselves,
many the hearts in the world
still it was mine, she walked in kicking her highheels off
poor little rich girl style.
Women im long in due of care and love i continue if just
even worlds apart in doing
What is said, the impossible.
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