domingo, febrero 1


Thought I saw you in the battleship
But it was only a look-a-like
She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light 
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast When I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there
She was close, and she held me very tightly
'til I asked awfully politely, "Please Can I call you her name?"

Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
And I've asked everyone
And I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

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