Youwere sweet—
Abud of a someday man
Lostto the babe with a Pageboy
Ishould have seen it then.
Wasit the body—straight as a stick in the mud?
Wasit the sweet siren—an intriguing mystery of sound?
Whatyou wanted I could not have been
Monthspassed as if you were a soldier at war
Athought forced apart
Inyour eyes, there it was—
Thedistances that our young hearts fled
Andyou fell for the Sheep in woman's clothing
Poor,confused little boy
