Jan 2015
Such a cruel mystery
The male species is to me;
I find, if I dream of him at dawn,
By lunch I'm often left forlorn.
But if I keep him from my thoughts,
He will not keep away for naught!
The male species is to me;
I find, if I dream of him at dawn,
By lunch I'm often left forlorn.
But if I keep him from my thoughts,
He will not keep away for naught!
