Maybe she's a God.
Maybe she's a hoe.
But what do I know?
For a hoe is a real foe.
Might be my feelings.
Fined with the ringings.
Breaking the windows.
Crushing time on me.
Women is a woe.
So much her crow.
But dazzling hair upon the air.
Yet banging me onto my heart.
As the sun and moon meet.
And the sky with sea come.
I remember unto the vow.
Me and you live for ever.
Now upon the ceilings.
Pain with regret into me.
Crushed with a hint of soda.
Broken as a rusted tin can.
Maybe it's for the best we leave.
But thinking, can't we all just give?
For my love and for my soul.
You throw it all on the court.
Throw away all the money.
Throw away all the love days.
Now I stand alone.
And you stand alone.
Watching the skies together.
Memorize our glory days.
If we are not broken.
If we are together.
Everything would be better......
