Saturday morningscoffee cup in handI stare glassilyat the flyers,gazing longingly at the bevvy of pretty shoesand handbagson sale this weekA grunt of ..
I know you ask about meFor my friends do tell me soAnd they read the script I've given themfor the truth's not theirs to knowthe girl you knew is lost..
I've been too long goneI came to realize too latejust what he meant to meand how foolish I have beenI pushed him awayrefused to allow love inno matter..