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Absent-minded Heart
Every time I fall in love,
It seems I'm through before I start.
What's wrong with me's no mystery,
I have an absent-minded heart.
I meet a girl, she seems ideal,
But when Cupid shoots his dart,
I tend to duck and dodge so it can't lodge
In my absent-minded heart.
Before too long the girl moves on,
Another romance falls apart.
And when she's gone, I'm left alone
With my absent-minded heart.
I hope, if love should come my way again,
The one who'll win me will be smart,
And in her tender way remind me
To let Cupid's arrow find me
So it can cut the ties that bind me
To an absent-minded heart.
Copyright ©
Jim Slaughter
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