By reading her mind? How? Really?
Damning me for eternity, for no real reason
She said I stole titles of her horrible poems
She'd hidden them in a her chest of drawers
And then called me fully illiterate
Damning me for eternity, for no real reason
She said I stole titles of her horrible poems
She'd hidden them in a her chest of drawers
And then called me fully illiterate
So wait please, give me one minute
If I can't read, how could I steal titles?
How could I either secretly or otherwise
I really didn't know why she wrote me
If I could read her mind, why would I?
Hard enough the times when I would try
With someone I know, I fail there too
If I can't write why would she care
And more, care enough to write
And then, to present such a lie?
If I can't read, how could I steal titles?
How could I either secretly or otherwise
I really didn't know why she wrote me
If I could read her mind, why would I?
Hard enough the times when I would try
With someone I know, I fail there too
If I can't write why would she care
And more, care enough to write
And then, to present such a lie?
Based upon a regrettably true incident...
