There’s a thought that’s telling me ‘how?’
There’s a breeze that’s selling me slow
There’s a life that’s telling me ‘no’
There’s the fool who falls in love
Hands in his pockets
Waiting for that shove
Are you gonna spend it at all?
Drop that coin, let it fall
Are you ever gonna take that gamble?
I’ve taken the plunge, and honey you’re an addiction
So perfect you’re almost made of fiction
Can’t stop this game, I know I’ll never win
Darling, are you out or are you in?
And so concludes my block of mental "literary" fragments.
So sorry.
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