Somewhere in the green display.I found a wild irish rose. Her peddles curl as she acts so shy. If she is, heaven only knows.
She held her head and bottle high. Refuse to be left behind. But when she's alone I hear her cry. Lost with no one to find. Guess the seeds were sown.
Getaway now the kids are gone no reason for us to stay on.May as well butcher the fatted cow have a party like none before. Everything is getting old now. Guess I always wanted more.
Sometimes a winner, most times a loser. Seems nothing is as it seems. She called me a sinner. But she let me do her. I guess to her it was all a dream.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-11 17:01:35
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