He, point blank, asked me
"Have you ever been in love, girl?
And do you know what I mean when I say that?"
Honey, I know you never will to me
And even if you could
Even if you would
Can you take the fault of knowing
That it really is all you?
I won't try to be your girl
While I can still be my woman
Who's to say
You won't be the man I work for?
Who's to know for a fact
That we won't be the best of next month?
Of next year?
Of the next life?
And continue in that fashion
Toward an end of days?
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