The Therapay
The Therapay
Eye cannot afford a doctor eye can only afford ewe
A doctor can not tell me not to be so sad and blue
they don’t make a medicine that heals the pain of love gone threw
the dart of cupids arrow leaves a mark like death its true
mye babay oh mye babay here me cry and come to love me
The puncture wound is healed and eye want love again. This is a someday after
the valentine wore off.
SHE chatted me she came to me the BLUES
Is gone oh happy EYE can all the ewes feel this OH kiss.
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