Well I don't believe in anything
She says to me
And I don't believe that she cares for me
And is it me that she loves or is it someone else?
Cos I've got to know before I leave
Iis it the warmth in her touch
Or the sweetness that's in her kiss?
My heart's telling me
Never let go of this
Is it the look in her eyes
Or the brightness that's in her smile?
I'd walk the world for her
She couldn't walk me a mile
She couldn't walk me a mile
The days go past
And the time slips away
It happened all so fast
I couldn't make her stay
And all the memories she left
Well they rest in my head
And sometimes I feel
That I'd be better off dead
I'd be better off dead
Iis it the warmth in her touch
Or the sweetness that's in her kiss?
My heart's telling me
Never let go of this
Is it the look in her eyes
Or the brightness that's in her smile?
I'd walk the world for her
She couldn't walk me a mile
She couldn't walk me a mile
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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable
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