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| (Lyrics, photo by Joey Kulkin) |
Stick to the Eyes Next Time
A nose is a nose is a nose, is a rose
And so I spoke of her nose.
But then she got mad
at my words that were bad?
Emotions that followed were rancid and sad.
Really, all I meant is that her nose was my rose.
Clearly I chose the wrong verbal prose.
'Cuz her nose was my rose,
yet was I scorned like a thorn
no longer adorned
like love
when it's borne.
Her nose was my rose.
Love wilts,
I suppose.
And so I spoke of her nose.
But then she got mad
at my words that were bad?
Emotions that followed were rancid and sad.
Really, all I meant is that her nose was my rose.
Clearly I chose the wrong verbal prose.
'Cuz her nose was my rose,
yet was I scorned like a thorn
no longer adorned
like love
when it's borne.
Her nose was my rose.
Love wilts,
I suppose.
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