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SATURDAY, THINKING


The niceties of her home
Are not as nice as mine
So he will be there to roam
With that I will be fine

Because he's no longer the only one
He's not going to put me first
So he's just there for some fun
With my passion about to burst

He doesn't feel like calling here
To tell my heart he's mine and goodnight
So he doesn't have to have that kind of care
An Angelman will call and get it right

He doesn't want to email me
Tease me and love me over the wire
So I'm flying high and free
An Italian will do it fast to sit me on fire

He doesn't want to meet my lusts
There's an Angel and an Italian who will
So I won't be the one he trusts
Because I won't give him all I feel

When they text me, send an email
Or they call, we have phone sex
The winds not sending me full sail
Your weather's not here next

Other suns will shine
Heat me up inside
Rain will fall in time
There's three shelters where I hide.


3/18/2006 1207 cj







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