06 01 10
Enough smarts
It is my funeral
I greased the wheel of fate
On my neck I wear a mineral
With your name till date
I kissed goodbye to your touch
Those were our lovely days
My care should be a bit much
My ego led me the wrong ways
I softly waved you aside
As a woman of many parts
I lately saw the light
Cause I have not enough smarts
Enough smarts
© Copyright: Ник Гаранин, 2010
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