I love you so much that I can't leave you. Even though my mind tells me I should. Then you make me think you really want me. And all my thoughts of leaving do no good.
Well he walked into the room with his love d'jour. She was a pony-tail porcelain doll. She was draped on his arm like a fine mink fur. She was at his beck and call.
I love you so much that I can't leave you". Even though my mind tells me I should. But then you make me think you really want me. Then all my thoughts of leaving do no good.
There's a photo in an album. He don't notice anymore. That's me, that's me. . There's a stack of cards and letters. Buried deep inside a drawer. That's me, that's me.
Well he walked into the room with his love de jour. She was a pony-tailed porcelain doll. She was draped on his arm like a fine mink fur. She was at his beck and call.