fading days, of a passionate phase
makes their way through a memorable haze.
sticky nights, monthly frights,
are forseen sights...
to more love bites.
your talk, all wrong....
i sang my song....
and wore my thong.....
it didn't take you long.
no longer can we play,
this make believe day,
of you having your way.
so we part, and i kept my heart....
far from your tart
ways....from the start.
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