A new year's eve...
Lovee Pow, your love is blind
Ok, I believe that you are right
But there's something on your mind
You took the bus and left me in the night.
It's true we never really got started
But somehow vibes went on through
The snow-smoke when your bus departed.
I don't think that we can find it now
I don't think that we can make it anyhow
I don't even think that we could try it now
Lovee Pow, your're not that kind.
In Nice or Montreal or London town
Go ahead and look for your adventurers
Some rich man who can make you settle down.
But remember every night you look out through your window
Searching the sky for that twinkling sign
There's a Sagittarian sending love with an arrow.
I had hoped that we could find it now
I had hoped that we could make it anyhow
I had hoped that we could try it now
But Lovee Pow, your love is blind.
Forget it, it's nothing to be sorry for
She got her chance and maybe she will find
Someone else with your concerning mind.
You had hoped that you could find it now
You had hoped that you could make it anyhow
You had hoped that you could try it now
But Lovee Pow, she's not your kind.
Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2008-11-29 at 18:51
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