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?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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