Treasure Island

GJC boyle

(28/11/70)

Is It Free


Do you believe love is free
Have you not heard of the birds and the bees
Are you even listening to me
Nothing is free not even the air we breathe
Just wait there's a price tag you'll see
I use to think love was free
Until i received your invoice your finders fee
Lets go back way back to december
Your kidding me is that a far a you can remember
I thought i could trust but i'm not so sure
Give me your free love all that you can
I will keep for later you understand
So do you still believe
I'm going to have fun your easy to deceive
So keep your money and your time
But all that free love is mine

Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 11, 2012
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