Why* am I so bold While others are not so gold Should I be the one to fold Or should I do what I've been told My time is up n I'm cold It seems our luck has rolled If my love were as a thing to be sold Then I would not live to be very old Oh I am cold, "no", my love has told Would that I'd not been so bold.
IF ONLY YOU'D FIGURED YOURSELF OUT IN MY FAVOUR italics in conversation: a hidden story