Affairs of the Heart

When it comes to affairs of the heart I never know where I should start I never know where to begin I never know when to stand back I never know when to dive in I never know when to change tact It’s not that I've ever been dense Though I’m probably far too intense I’m probably too much for most birds I’m probably not right in the head I’m probably obsessed with my words I’m probably too good in bed

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mr-bigglesworth

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