__________by Turner
she did not treat you like coffee
i know all about it
and she did not cradle like the moet bottle
we found so alluring
i know all about it
the kisses did not end like the
beginning of a Sade recording....
nor your rise like the smell of dew on our sheets..
don't make it so
i'm beginning to wonder did the melody play at all
such a way to make me out the envious soul...
indeed if all was such
you did nothing but think of me
when she was with you.
