Each is not my love, moan i for what
I make up hundreds so i know how to make love
There, you can have my youth, i know i have loved
Started to see him, 'till when i married him
To yearn admits you're outside to me
Grow up
I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more
And i have been so naive
All move and try he knew not
And your spangle, how it hurts, and i have feelings
