She recieves only the money... with dollar signs in her eyes.
And I await that moment, my past floods my soul without defenses showing.
I want her to like me?
But what about me, doesn't she adore if I walked with a cane.
And again I only wish to god, that she will see me.
Why cannot I attract the same religion, so beautiful as she, that the morning light dawns upon me relfecting her nature.
The women, the Italian girl I saw.
She's exquisite.
All I want is her hand to touch mine.
To stop ignoring me... and then.
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