I’ve been told, I’ve been told, that you put your mind away love.
Roman nose, Roman nose, that your body separates.
I loved that look you gave me last night, The kind of look that leaves me drop-mouthed,
And so confused,
And I refuse to being abused,
The times you wish you were, and wish you weren’t you.
Have we been mislead? (I don’t know),
Is this out-dated?
I loved that look you gave me last night,
The kind of look that leaves me drop-mouthed,
And so bemused,
And life’s infused,
With moments that make us choose,
Like this moment I’m spending with you.
Have you made any mistakes?
That you would not replace
