There was something about her
I think it was the gloss of her eyes
Which proved she loved you as much as I did
My untouchable girl
All dressed in white
Asked me for an all-black wedding
No one's waiting for you, my dear
He's ten toes up and we're in love
Let him rest and come to bed
And maybe it was my fault
Loving someone who's heart
Had already been buried.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
There was something about her
I think it was the gloss of her eyes
Which proved she loved you as much as I did
My untouchable girl
All dressed in white
Asked me for an all-black wedding
No one's waiting for you, my dear
He's ten toes up and we're in love
Let him rest and come to bed
And maybe it was my fault
Loving someone who's heart
Had already been buried.