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Sep 2012
Oh, those was the days.
When as a little boy.
You wipe off the little girl's kiss.
What was she thinking of?

The only one we wanted to kiss us.
Was our mom.

Oh, those was the days.
When a little girl tried to hold our hands.
Where she get that message from.

The only one we was trying to impress was our mom.

But then you grow up.

Oh, those was the days.
When your heart frist begins to notice them.
Now it's about who will accept your invitation for a date.
Let alone the prom.

What was you thinking of?
Least when you was young.
But you also knew mom wasn't in a rush to be a grand mom.
You simply was way to young.

But then you grew up.
And recognized the change of a girl to a woman.
Everything works in stages.

Especially when you grow up.

The kiss you refused as a little boy.
Now you find many refusing you when you grown.
Especially when you grow up.

Well, you might find a few lucky one.
But you want your true kiss from the one you adore.
Similar to being a boy kissed by mom.

She was your first lady love.
But then you grew up.
And realized the big difference.

But the one thing they do share in common.
Is their love for you.
Especially when you grow up.

Sometimes it's great to be a man.
Even when you was boy little man around the house.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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