In this pretty,
But little city
People won't praise you for being witty.
If I have a chance
To experience romance,
I know I've changed
For fate has prearranged.
Walking down this lane
Helps me realize I forgot the pain.
Of my past
So it passes me so fast
Look back down that alley
I know I want you to be my finale
This is to my unknown lover.
Will you discover
Me this summer?
In this pretty,
But little city
Where people won't praise us for being witty.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
In this pretty,
But little city
People won't praise you for being witty.
If I have a chance
To experience romance,
I know I've changed
For fate has prearranged.
Walking down this lane
Helps me realize I forgot the pain.
Of my past
So it passes me so fast
Look back down that alley
I know I want you to be my finale
This is to my unknown lover.
Will you discover
Me this summer?
In this pretty,
But little city
Where people won't praise us for being witty.
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