Yesterday I saw your girl.
She kinda gave me the eye.
Maybe she knows something.
And maybe she hasn’t a clue.
But her eyes told me she was happy.-
To have you and know she has you.
Like she had a happy secret to spill.
Or maybe she saw my jealous eyes.
But knows she need not fear.
For you are all hers, tied and stamped.
And now that we have killed the fire,
Perhaps she and I can be pals?
And share a cuppa or two and maybe even go girly shopping?
I will smell you on her and feel close to you.
Maybe we can all hold hands, you right there in the middle.
And go visit the places we once loved.
But maybe I’d rather just hide around the corner,
And watch you smile at her.
And remember the times you did the same at me.
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