And Your Name Is Never Mind
There was a blonde, a brunette
anothers who's hair was black
I swear, they all worry and fret
but what is it they all lack?
Body like a temple
to a mind like a book
Habits that are broad or simple
or capable of the most seductive look
the women who talk
till the dawn over takes the moon
or the quiet ones who love to stalk
and never leave a minute too soon.
Another girl, another day
Walk along, walk forever
Talk to her, talk away
and maybe, it'll come, that you love her.
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