I’ve been told, I’ve been told, that you put your mind away love. Roman nose, Roman nose, that your body separates.
I loved that look you gave me last night, The kind of look that leaves me drop-mouthed, And so confused, And I refuse to being abused, The times you wish you were, and wish you weren’t you.
Have we been mislead? (I don’t know), Is this out-dated?
I loved that look you gave me last night, The kind of look that leaves me drop-mouthed, And so bemused, And life’s infused, With moments that make us choose, Like this moment I’m spending with you.
Have you made any mistakes? That you would not replace.