Love Is Wasted
Well, I bot my strawberries as usual.
I am cleaning them up when
I criss cross apple sauce sit down
and I see him out the window, friend.
He is by himself in nothing.
There is nothing except him.
That's what I said.
He offers his hand in the buff.
Me? I ran.
Love Is Wasted. No fair guessing the end.
He offers his hand in love.
I ran away.
Love Is Wasted.
No fair dam-mning the damn.
I guess it's just not real love...
Then.
I spot out my neighborhood troubled.
I try to call to warn her of this thing.
The line is busy at the change of heart.
I offer my assistance, you understand?
He is there, I am there, Oh no.
He offers his hand in love.
Me? When?
Love Is Wasted.
No Fair My Heart.
I'm heading for the hills.
Get out of my car.
Wasted.
No Fair My Heart.
I'm not gong to let you stay
you can't break my heart
ever again.
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