Cindy Lawless
My love for her was ever stronger
But her unknowing of me grew ever longer
I had to have her, I’d buy her things
I’d buy her a new life, a pair of wings
I’ll throw a party, I’ll meet her there
We shall meet on the front porch stair
I’ll show her around, I’ll give her the tour
Then I think I shall begin to woo her
We’ll meet the guests; she’ll be at my side
My extravagance and money shall turn the tide
The party’s near over, I’ll ask her to dinner
Then I think I shall be the winner
“Miss Lawless, may I have a word?”
“Why yes, you may, what is it good sir?”
I asked her to dinner, she looked at me long
Then in an instant, something was wrong
A man had crept up behind her, unseen
In my mind I had started to glean
“Who was this man? Where did he come from?”
“He looks as if he came from the south slum…”
I asked the man, “How do you do?”
“I’m doing fine,” he replied, “and you?”
“I was just showing Miss Lawless around.”
“Miss Lawless you say?” Said the man with a frown
“But this is my wife, Mrs. Lawless, Cindy to me.”
My hearts pleasure was now to be set free
I showed them the door, they left with a goodbye
Sitting alone in my study, I wondered…why…
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