I hear you don't give out second chances*
Careful baby, 'cos I know you believe
What goes around comes around
So, when you're down on your knees
Begging her to stay
And she tells you it's too late
I hope you'll think of me
Up off my knees, finally free
From the sick spell you had on me
SP
*I never even had a chance to begin with, I hope you know, I know.
1 comment:
Summer~ you certainly know how to pack a powerful meaning into your pennings!! Take a bow on this one; no, take two bows!! Applaud, applaud!!
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