Young ManA Poem by Ophelia 2013-08-06
Are you married?
No, I'm not, sweet girl Let's move into this neighbourhood! And I would be the happiest girl on earth! Oh there's a killer on the road Where have all the flowers gone? Now I see, he had absolutely nowhere else to go No one remembers your name He is too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run Drink up, young man Your hands around my throat Oh, young man, I know you love me Do you call yourself a gangster? Ok, sleeping in your arms tonight Our paradise punch He is too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run Drink up, young man Your hands around my throat Oh, young man, I know you love me He knew that I would not be his Flora forever I'm his sin, his soul we sold out our paradise home Nothing left to choose He knew that I would not be his Flora forever I'm his sin, his soul we sold out our paradise home Nothing left to choose He is too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run Drink up, young man Your hands around my throat Oh, young man, I know you love me © 2013 Ophelia |
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OpheliaLithuaniaAboutMy name is Gabija a.k.a. Floral Flower. I'm a lyricist. I love what I have done, my lyrics just need music. I like sleeping, writting songs and walkin around the city like a homeless. more..Writing
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