The Woman I Love
Lord, am not complaining
Am just giving you a field report
On the woman I love
The Lady I love does not know left from right
Am not using a metaphor, I simply mean left from right
She pesters me with bright passions and loves me right
It could be a coincidence, but she also takes sprite
Thanks lord, she is all so beautiful, loving and bright
Yet still, she can not tell her left from right,
And I don’t mean wrong from right
She is a cute little bunny
And a thousand times funny
she just laughs off her fears
Yet cries over pizza with real tears
She is truly such a sight and to earth she is downright
She is outright like sunlight and a great sight like moon light
But still. She can’t tell her left from right.
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