george albot - Pony tail

When it’s my time and I leave this place
Will it be with a broken heart, or a bitter taste

Will it be cold, wet or blue
And will my eyes be filled with the sorrow
And the tears from losing you

But to my grave, I must go
As the darkness starts to flow

Will you be there to be the lamp
My light or the sun
And still be in my heart
When my final days are done

XXX

That kiss was like the first
You’ve nothing to worrier about
Just one thing, how many out of ten
Would you have given me?
Let me know tomorrow
And it better not be a seven
It’s not my dancing I want points on
Night night

george albot

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