Big Hat
The way you give things in love's place,
The way your soul beckons with its sad face,
Knocks me out and makes me reel,
Replacing your heart with things I can feel.
I know it's well meant
And to you money well spent,
Investing in me
Instead of in we.
You can't help yourself.
I know where you're at,
In a place of comfort within your big hat.
It sits well upon your head and feels like success,
And only I know it's so much less.
Trapped in its snare,
It fits like a glove,
But it will never replace the loss of our love.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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