so I smoke another cigarette
trying hard to forget
the good lord knows I 've got a troubled mind
so I sing the blues
aint got nothing left to lose
another one like her I know I'll never find
I was granted a wish one day
don't ask me how she slipped away
for my friend I haven't got a single clue
man was she ever easy on the eyes
I never looked at her like a prize
you know I thought someday we'd say I do
maybe I held on to tight
should've let go without a fight
son that's a whole lot easier said then done
if you only knew just how I felt
one look from her and I ‘d melt
man she really could shoot me dead without a gun
so I'm here thinking about my bride to be
swallowed that diamond ring with a chaser of JD
aint no place in this world for me to run or hide... ya see
I know sometimes we all gotta lose
even if the choice is not ours to choose
so '.... ' baby; thank you for being my ''Erato Muse''
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