There she goes
walking down the street,
Eyes all turn
when she's dancing to the beat..
Work's not a chore
with her lighting up your life,
Nothing's a bore
by the shining moonlight..
She's like a flower in bloom
Every time she sleeps,
Summer in June
that is what she is..
We needed no answer
but for a lover's sigh,
Then every single frown
turned into a fight..
Should've seen them coming ,
away, from a mile
Should've taken stock,
of those subtle signs..
Passion and romance,
Its all just a game,
Nothing is forever,
Neither love nor pain..
Get over her mate,
Such is fate,
Love is like laundry,
Just rinse and repeat..
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