Yes, yes you’re suspended despite your charm
You said he only was a good time in bed
So don’t throw him out of
You should wash that mouth with a bar of poise
It wasn’t that lousy a job in raising you
So don’t throw it out of

Come on I’ll tell you a story of how we met
It’s full of flowers and glory and innocent
A forgotten tale of mysteries
You say you know your roots but can you see the trees

Oh the sun was scorching the emerald fields
We were working hard to make a living
And from nowhere a handsome
Boy, sincerity in his eyes could make me
Cry, the promises simmering in his shapely mouth
Tasted like honey

Come on I’ll tell you a story of how we met
It’s full of flowers and glory and innocent
A forgotten tale of mysteries
You know your roots but can you see the tress

And then a storm came from nowhere
And swept me away
In this one magic moment
I knew it’d be ok
To let him in my heart and feel my pride
Let him understand the how and why
Let a gush of wind fly me away

Nine, nine months later an obstetric
Ward, the emerald walls made me think
Of him, and how he let, let me
Go, a subtle white feather from a pillow
Like specks of dust in a golden sunray
So don’t throw it out of…

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