Settle your soul, dear girl,
Of the wants and desires you feel,
For soon, the alcohol will fade away,
And I will be but a memory
In your cloudy mind and thoughts.
You tell me what luck I have,
How fortunate I am,
To have such a beautiful girl that loves me,
And then you run your fingers over my lips...
I remember watching you grow up,
My friend’s little sister,
And now, here you are,
Bottle in hand,
Sexuality in mind...
Oh, what happened to the little girl
With the pink, lacy dress?
I shake my head, pulling away,
As you try to kiss me.
Would you have done the same
After sobering dreams?
Whatever the answer,
I know I’ll always miss
The little girl with the
Innocent eyes.......
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