Our lifestyles are miles apart So why would I want your heart? We don’t think at all the same I liked you so much but your refusal ‘tis such a shame
Can you imagine both of us feeling the same? I can tell you about portraits with not one frame Yet you are over there, stuffed away where you want to be And there is no contentedness for a special soul like me
It began so nicely, easily, as if it was fate’s demand Now I can’t even imagine holding your hand You said something nice which I thought was true But as it turns out you are bias to red and I to blue
I can understand that you don’t understand There have been many families from which I was banned I may be difficult to put up with I can see But I don’t dig it when women use or lie to me
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