Oh my poor sweet girl,
with your heart in the soil and no flowers will grow
And your eyes stay towards the skies
You've lost him again
and with him your sense of feeling, of glow
And the warmth that filled your thighs
Oh but girl don't worry
for you know and nightfall he'll come calling
Under darkness he can love in the lies
And you can pretend, dear girl
that he is with you, loving you, needing you
And in the morning, when he wakes, it's just a rise
So just wait, my poor sweet girl.
for they all come back in time, needing what you give
Just keep your eyes toward the skies.
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