When I wrote about dancing
With a beautiful man,
I saw that it should be you,
But at the time,
It was a drug dealer
And he stole my heart
Only to sell it for a gram of coke.
I miss the love I once had for him,
Even though he could never love me.
He needed money.
I had money.
He needed my money.
I wish he'd give me my money back,
I'd lent him quite a bunch.
He wasn't the one;
Drug dealer wasn't the one.
I sit here, looking at you,
Maybe you aren't the one either.
It wasn't the drug dealer that I
Wanted to dance with.
It could be you.
You're a beautiful man.
Let's dance, in romance.
February 24, 2004
Suge
*Now look at this date in comparison of the first one. How odd. People change so swiftly.