Around the Mountain
I’m his girl, but she’s his lady
That’s okay…See, the world is not shady
I talk like a sister, she talks like a mother
Into her bosom and not any other
I am his friend, she is his lover
His love does not leave, but above it does hover
I am the child and she is mature
He only acts according to nature
I needed to learn, he needed to teach
Our time soon ran out like sands in a piece
What of it now – this crazy mix up?
Funny to see how dandruff flicks up!
I am footloose and fancy-free
She is so careful of spilling her tea
All three have changed and we still do
Can’t have our mind set in some crazy glue!
Mountains were moved and I came around
Seven white horses, not six – I’m not bound
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