“All the women I left at home
Will pray for me all day long”
— It’s just come in my head
When I was vacuuming my floor behind the bed.
Strange, oh well.
I’ve never been such a person.
But, you know bodie, go to hell
My heart now is like a dozer
It’s just ramping out and raging,
As it never did before.
Seems to be crazy,
At this moment to vacuum the floor
I just need to be sure,
That these feelings will have an answer.
In other way, there’s no treat, no cure
It’s like a cancer.
But what should I do,
If you’re so far away?
My suffering about you
Is the cost I pay.
So nervous,
I’ll never write you more
Trying to forget you, my purpose
Is to write: “you’re a whore”
P.S.: thanx for nothing, pretty british lassie
so much you in the end
© Copyright: Грэм Гринхорн, 2012
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