To The Girl I'd Like To Meet Tomorrow
Monday, 3:15,
A cold breeze blew that night.
I saw her, didn't speak, but said goodbye.
Like a rooster, that forgot to sing its morning crow,
I woke up without feathers,
But with arrows from Cupid's bow.
To the girl I'd like to meet tomorrow,
Yet I lack the courage to say "hello."
Sadly,...
A cold breeze blew that night.
I saw her, didn't speak, but said goodbye.
Like a rooster, that forgot to sing its morning crow,
I woke up without feathers,
But with arrows from Cupid's bow.
To the girl I'd like to meet tomorrow,
Yet I lack the courage to say "hello."
Sadly,...