Your sweet kisses,. Your tender touch.. Those yearnin' glances,. Offer your love.. I think about it bein' wasted.. It's such a cryin' shame.. If she don't want it,.
She was sixteen, just a child it would seem. When the world took her on. Her beauty destroyed and turned men into boys. Drove their senses beyond. . She was my all, I'm a brick in her wall.