Open Air
My boyfiend painted the windows because we live so close to the street,
I think I fell in love with him over those windows, kind of neat
What he did is so beatiful heavy frost not clear,
There are roses up the fences on the windows I love them so dear,
My boss almost wrecked, looking at them all wretched around in her seat,
I now have stained glass windows but their a cheat.
We now have stained glass windows with a wrought iron fence,
Theres even thorns on the roses with that, much time he spent.
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