You ask me why I am so proud ,
And why I cherish love again.
You can’t imagine how stout
Your girl can be without a man.
You thought I was an ugly duckling,
You thought I don’t have rights to speak.
But I’ve got over my last stumbling
And landed to the holy creek.
And now your thoughts are in a whirl,
You won’t be able to survive.
And I’ll escape in sandy twirl
Without saying just goodby.
Changes
© Copyright: Аннетточка, 2005
Свидетельство о публикации №105021300544
Свидетельство о публикации №105021300544
Рецензии