If...
If I could handle the way you
Make me feel
10k watts from electric eel
knocking me out...
Your heart is rust steel
Did you say, sentimental?
No my dear,
But detrimental
Sensitive...You said,
All is wrong in your head
Too much for a man that's
Need no hand,
Go for it, beach cold,
Summer sand...Do not expand!
Need not to understand,
Those feelings, every inning,
Ridicule!
From morn to evening
If I could be the man,
But no! I have no command!
For you, I'll be the sensitive
Kind...Man-blind!
Is your song the one that
Needs to be done...If!
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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