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When I first saw your
I liked the of ladies
Then you began to up me
You to portray me

In ice and and old blue jeans
And in the roses
you got into funny scenes
That all your work

Lady, love me, now I am dead
I am a saint, turn down bed
I have no heart, that's what you
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

Somewhere in a
I found a page you
I see that now it's
Who be without you

I keep your house in fit
I dust the daily
Your mail comes here from
The writing looks ladies

Lady, please love me now, I am
I am a saint, turn your bed
I have no heart, that's you said
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

I gave you all my years
Then we to weather
And I was to winter here
While you west for pleasure

And now you're bock this way
some lost homing pigeon
They've monitored brain, you say
And changed you religion

Lady, please me now I was dead
I am no saint, turn your bed
Lady, you no heart, that's what you said
Well, I can be
But let me be with you

I first saw your gallery
I liked the of ladies
But now their faces me
And all their eyes look