Thirty days are like thirty years to me as many tears
in those years can I shed in a month
forever is a day to me.
I cannot resist a mercy relationship brought my way
as I become the shoe on her foot
she wears me quite well
I dont yell.
The few good women I've had in my life for the most
part were gracious there mercy
I wore cross my skull.
I can make you cry dont you dare lie sitting there
pecking away in your pink underwear,
knickers black.
Yes I have wondered a lot since November twenty four
and will wonder more
in your heart.
As for the one that got away well I only go after bipolar
women life then is swell getting your candle burned
from both ends and the middle
what a dream.
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