I remember those pretty marbles
Cousin Ted gave me to keep
Off to Europe ... he went to travel...
Agreed.. thought I ‘d do him good deed...
Counted each one just before I went to bed
Counted them again everytime I was out of bed
These precious marbles would remind me of Ted
He was gone... missed him...thought I’d rather be dead...
Ten colorful marbles in my pocket
In the left pocket of my pink purple polkadot skirt
Lost my balance I fell into a pool of dirt...
I went blind my glasses was covered with dirt
Ruined my shirt... dirtied my newest skirt...
I’ve lost my marbles... Oh ****
...... that was even hurt...
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
I remember those pretty marbles
Cousin Ted gave me to keep
Off to Europe ... he went to travel...
Agreed.. thought I ‘d do him good deed...
Counted each one just before I went to bed
Counted them again everytime I was out of bed
These precious marbles would remind me of Ted
He was gone... missed him...thought I’d rather be dead...
Ten colorful marbles in my pocket
In the left pocket of my pink purple polkadot skirt
Lost my balance I fell into a pool of dirt...
I went blind my glasses was covered with dirt
Ruined my shirt... dirtied my newest skirt...
I’ve lost my marbles... Oh ****
...... that was even hurt...
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