Bingo
Love can really make no sense
We can fall deeply in love with Lady A
Until Lady B or C comes to the fray
We're introduced to the word “quandary”
Your mind's in a whirl you're incoherent
People can't make sense of your lingo
It's like you're talking in a foreign language
Then all of a sudden it's “bingo”
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2022
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