She wouldn’t need to be a bird without a wing
or be a servant to a telephone ring
she could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed
it wouldn’t matter to a man with an open heart
here comes right now…
She could be moody, dramatic as a play
or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
could be irregular and singing in her underwear…
it wouldn’t matter to a man with an open heart
here comes right now…
Her wild and wise womanly
introspectiveness
her faults and files of foolishness…
Wouldn’t matter to a man with an open heart…
here comes right now…
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