You hung me out to dry
Spring day with snow in the sky
I tried to say hi
You weren’t having any of it
Smashed glass strewn across the road
You were nowhere to be found
You made me feel like a rag doll
Pull at me until I fall asunder
I’m not your toy
I’m not your plaything
I’m not your boy
You’re not my girlfriend
I have a sensitive soul
I have an eagle’s eye
I can see things others can’t
The tears come quickly when I cry
Your mother’s bed was big enough
Look at you acting all tough
Everyone wants some of your stuff
You could look but you can never touch
Walk you home in springtime rain
Soft on skin along Market Lane
5am and the light breaks in
Wakes me up I’m beside you
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