Blue eyes hold ice
But they have a hidden soul.
Did I get this wrong
Or are you just being nice?
I confess they were attractive,
Or is this just a song?
I was sucked in,
I didn’t have a role,
A bit part in a play;
Living in my own hole
Of self regret.
“But, but,” I say this twice
With a look
You could slay
Any man
You want to get.
Quiet lady,
I am not finished yet.
I have loved and lost,
The cost
I have no idea to this day
But the fact that I could do it
Leaves me temperamental.
I ain’t going mental,
I was always gentle
With women this way.
I hurt no one
But I am not sentimental
Unless
I get committed. This
Is no time to take the piss.
