Love and Romance
Love and lust
Why does it always go bust?
With hurt and sorrow
Something blue and something borrowed,
There was meant to be a marriage,
Until we lost that bondage,
Why is there so much hurt?
Why did she have to be such a flirt?
From a diamond ring to an upswing,
A ring on my finger ended in an eerie linger,
So never again am I going through this pain,
Goodbye my lover,
As you will discover,
I have begin to recover
And the door is closed which you won’t get through again,
Because babe, you mean nothing more to me than what’s in a drain.
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