Absentee Feelings Rondine
Eat your heart out I know you see
how I beam when I am in love;
You could have worn me like a glove,
or had the sweetest taste of me;
Your feelings always absentee,
what feeds my soul was disposed of;
Eat your heart out;
I found a man who will not flee
unless he pulls me high above;
Making sure I know I’m enough,
THAT’s what you never did baby;
Eat your heart out.
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