If
If he forgets my birthday
I’ll never talk to him again
Even though he’s always thoughtful
And surprises me now and then
Now I’m over thirty
I wish I was still ten
If he remembers my birthday
I’ll never talk to him again
I hope he brings me flowers
And sings our old love song
I’m sure it will never happen
He’s always so damn wrong
Now he brings me flowers
And sings the same old song
I don’t know why he does this
He’s always so damn wrong
If he plans our vacation
I hope it’s something new
I hate going to the same old place
And doing what we always do
There he goes again
Planning something new
Why not go to our same old place
And do what we always do.
A woman’s prerogative to change her mind
Man has no choice but to lose his.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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