Feeling narcicisstic, but whatever
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Ms. Moncada
I loved to do everything you do
Being as happy as we could be
Sitting there next to you
water washing over our feet
Creek by the warehouse
Is where I wish to be
and be free
and be free
Wind was blowing your skirt and blouse
Up around your hips
A shiver inside of me
So pretty
So pretty
Just one more kiss
Once in a while, I think of this
Ms. Moncada
I loved to do everything you do
Being as happy as we could be
Laying there next to you
Listening to our hearts beat
Long before these things
We were kids on the street
Remember we used to run away?
From hands that strike us pain
I was forlorn for you
Not wanting you to be afraid
That old warehouse
Is where I wish to be
Alone with your memory in vain
Where we used to do everything
Stirring up the dust
Being doused in rain
Dancing amongst the broken glass
Your smile snared me
Drinking our first drink
You showed beautiful grass
You said the taste would push to the brink
Ms. Moncada we were meant to be
I loved to do everything you do
Being so lonesome together
Your hand as light as a feather
White faces by the moon
Walking the long roads
I hoped it was for eternity
I was the one you had chose
Together in our misery