I walk carefully on the left side of the street

Distributing my weight between both my feet

The sun pummels down on the back of my neck

God's watchful eye stirring in my chest

I lose myself in fantasy again

Of collared-shirt families, a dog behind a fence

I keep coming to, lingering by the park

Oh, what a curse to be older and still yours

Something in the way you crossed your legs

Remembers me staring

In the mirror, it's your face

And in time, it's your will

I'll carry your shape

As long as it takes

I'll be your lover and I'll be your maid

And I'll bе your wife, clean and white

Plеad and lie in bed at night

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Oh, you were the only one

That didn't make me feel like the man that I am

You were the only one

That didn't make me feel like the man that I am