Oh tell me, Sweet Pretty, please tell me of him
Does he carry his cross? Is he out on a limb?
Or does he still look over shoulder to blame?
Anything else but himself and his shame?
Looking around for different of things
Is such a lame falsehood reserved for the kings
Everyone else has looked deep inside
And found that from self, they never can hide
I think that he knows just how I feel
He also knows where he gets his next meal
You ask me of what could I see in that man?
The same thing you saw, Dear, my feet then did land
Have one of my own supporting best half
Don’t know, Guess that’s how I manage to laugh
I borrowed without consulting you first
A friendship like that can be a big curse
Anyway, every Rose has its thorn
It pricked me, but now my heart isn’t torn
I’m managing fine, you’re happy as well
As far as I know, but it’s so hard to tell
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