There will never be another you,
Thank God! Hallelujah, we are through;
you were a bombshell from the start,
too bad for you, you broke my heart.
Love is strange at certain times,
sometimes poetry don't rhyme;
but the message still gets across,
you thought today, you'd be the boss.
I wear the pants you see, my love,
be careful what you push or shove;
I don't want you to stay and "fight" it out,
until you know just what love's about.
You were a ballbreaker from day one,
guessed you were sumthin' under the sun;
tried to battle me and bring me down,
I am so glad, you're no more around.
You were unique, that much was true,
but you were a fad, that much I knew;
you tried to rule, and it was all in vain,
you were the one that finally went insane.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
There will never be another you,
Thank God! Hallelujah, we are through;
you were a bombshell from the start,
too bad for you, you broke my heart.
Love is strange at certain times,
sometimes poetry don't rhyme;
but the message still gets across,
you thought today, you'd be the boss.
I wear the pants you see, my love,
be careful what you push or shove;
I don't want you to stay and "fight" it out,
until you know just what love's about.
You were a ballbreaker from day one,
guessed you were sumthin' under the sun;
tried to battle me and bring me down,
I am so glad, you're no more around.
You were unique, that much was true,
but you were a fad, that much I knew;
you tried to rule, and it was all in vain,
you were the one that finally went insane.
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