Whispering Sweet Nothing
Your father said you're sick
was that a lie or just another trick?
Every time I ask you out you have some excuse
you know I love you, why this ruse?
When we first met you were so sweet
as long as I gave you flowers, chocolate treats,
whispered loving phrases, kissed your lips, rubbed your feet.
So whats happened now,
Is there nothing I could say
that could make you come out and play?
I'll play your game,
speak your name,
give you candy and flowers every day
whispering sweet nothing till I'm old and gray.
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