I dug her blonde dreadlocks
She was an art student
She dug my black dreadlocks
Our time was not prudent
One night in time
I wish it had been more
A drink, a walk
Then bed and sex and floor
Next day, Leila, can't believe
How much she drank and smoked
I call the Doctor quick
While she rests and then chokes
A black wedding, short, dress
Army boots to impress
Did the trick for me
Then I set her free
Never saw her again
Only on the webs train
Would love to stay and chat
But that was then and that
was that.
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