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This Is Why | ||||||||||
This is why When I see you I feel the snake uncoil in my belly And I cannot change the way I feel I cannot change one bloody thing And I wish for different things Every day Sometimes I wish for different things Every hour on the hour I wish for someone as beautiful as you But you are the only one Fitting that bill Three in the morning, visiting still But this cannot be allowed For I care enough to stand back Your man cannot understand you And your man cannot feel for you This is why I feel the way I do To make things better in some way For me and for you But until you paint that sign And string it with lights I will stand back and wait And the waiting is not so bad I can have a drink and a smoke And chat with the regulars And wait I know your arrival is imminent The shattering glasses and raised voices (the shattering voices and raised glasses) Are a crescendo And you the cymbal clash Ending the lonely symphony -bluegreen, muskoka- |
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