Hard feelings I have been keeping
For anger and madness cannot listen
I thought I know you for nothing
But I found it’s just a simple misconception
For talking to you is talking to a goat
Whatever I say, bounces back to my throat
Cannot tell if you can even see me here
Waiting on some line, ready with a beer
But I won’t give up so easily
Too much to think now that I might succeed
Plans remade with a few note at the end
I’m putting my life as a man on the bet
Because girl like you is hard to find
One can look at you in a glimpse and that’s all
Well I’ve seen you in a wink and wanted for more
They call this greed; I call it love!
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