Sweetheart don't you know that
I'm
hopeless like a baseball pitcher
with no more attempts to try
cute sly teddy bear my
restless bride
you strip me down the picket fence while I'm spoiling the punch line. Naive and shy oh shortly
why did you not tell me where
you remained all the time
while I was sitting on a bench. Dear rea**uring hands of mine you know
how did I forget
you collect me from the ground and let me back into the match. Wet lips shine as a bitter caresse
calm and quiet sea hidden in a gla**.