I am here again same girl like 1989-
1995 four more years makes no child a woman
on the other side of the line
were you right after all
am I fit to be sent down the river
I already know how to swim
So you can stop grinning up a storm
it’s not like a lady to lay sprawled
out heart stopping at the telephone ring
9:58 on St. Patrick’s Day
I’m Irish without a kiss
I am famished by this game
I swore I would not play
you said it doesn’t get better than this
are your on your way to explain
apologize I am not going to be home
3-17-99
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