They come and they go
They're here and they're gone
A broken record plays the same old song
It's getting late
"So nice to meet ya...
... another glass of Santa Margarita?..."
Oh, Margaret Mary, won't you spare me!
You say you don't like confrontation,
But you went to school to be an attorney?
You lost my attention
When you lost your patience...
From New York State, her name is Allie
She looked so great
And she's half Italian.
I told her my story,
She gives me a hard time
For ending my marriage,
No sympathy for me...
Oh please, Diana, I couldn't stand ya
When you serenade me
With your politics
But I'm such a sucker
For your golden tan lines
I let it slide
So I can get my fix...
They come and they go
They're here and they're gone
The days go by, The nights get long
"A glass of wine?...
...So tell me about you?...
... this is my home...
Let me show you my bedroom..."
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Songbooks and Serenades, Love Notes and Better Days
PoetryA nuanced expression of life's twists, as far as I see it...
