Almost a fairy tale got my maidenhead ripped off
by a cowardly biker with no money for hamburgers
until Tuesday. Now waiting for the doctor the real
honest to goodness physician I knew I needed many
moons ago. We somehow managed to turn the clock
back twenty years and baby you look so good I need
something to happen to get those lips against these
lips I know you. I've known you for a long long time.
Let's fix the sorrow whoever you are today.
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