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The Lady In The Rain
The lady,
The pretty lady that stands in the rain,
Am I the only one?
The only one who sees her?
She comes anytime it rains,
Standing on the road with her umbrella,
Wearing a black skirt suit that shows out her curves.
Black net leggings and black net hand gloves,
With a sliver fascinator on her head.
I tell people,
But they presume I'm crazy,
"I can't continue like this" I would always say to myself.
It rained again,
And yes, she came,
Standing there like she always knew I was watching her.
It's hard to ignore her presence as it calls out to me.
I walk out of my house to the pretty lady in the rain,
She smiles and stretches out her right hand,
I take it..... And that's all I remember.
© A.S.A
The pretty lady that stands in the rain,
Am I the only one?
The only one who sees her?
She comes anytime it rains,
Standing on the road with her umbrella,
Wearing a black skirt suit that shows out her curves.
Black net leggings and black net hand gloves,
With a sliver fascinator on her head.
I tell people,
But they presume I'm crazy,
"I can't continue like this" I would always say to myself.
It rained again,
And yes, she came,
Standing there like she always knew I was watching her.
It's hard to ignore her presence as it calls out to me.
I walk out of my house to the pretty lady in the rain,
She smiles and stretches out her right hand,
I take it..... And that's all I remember.
© A.S.A
