If she’s a good girl,/
can I no longer send her/
bad poems I wrote her?
OR
bad poems which she mused?
If she’s a good girl,/
can I no longer send her/
bad poems I wrote her?
OR
bad poems which she mused?
The Italian food/
was maybe better then, ‘cuz/
we were deep in love.
I can’t get to know/
her. She’s too busy talking/
with some other guys.
Her request to stay/
in touch won’t mean much when she’s/
out on a late date.
I got the lady/
in red’s phone number though I/
would do nichts with it.
I wish that she would/
listen to me. But she won’t,/
because she don’t care.
Beneath the Phantom’s/
chandelier, we created/
our own fantasy.
He’s sad he can’t sneak/
down the long corridor and/
hug* her this early.
It’s like déjà vu/
because you keep thinking I/
say things which aren’t true.
When u get something/
you’ve always wished for, how do /
you beg: “Please! Don’t stop!”?