You'Re Pretty
I love you sweetheart
These words are true
In plain old English
I'm telling you
I've never loved
This way before
You stole my heart
Your troubador
Has a nest for you
Inside his heart
Come live there my bluebird
Inside's a guitar
That plays for you
Constantly
Folk and acoustic
Inaudibly
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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