a little too young and a little too late
i just met a gentleman
he's heaven sent, it's settled then
limousines, the high life
and lots of medicine
rhythm and blues are just his type of hue
a suave seductive number
and he never leaves a bruise
dear mama, i love him
i don't think i'm coming back
after all, you know what they say about
.. "going black" ..
a voice infused by angels
my heart's condition strangled
every drop of my affection
inside his body, forever tangled
but things are different now
requests, indifferent how
a golden sunshower can deflower
and shatter every vow
they say he took advantage
this pain? i'll never manage
a sweet teen with sweet dreams
devoured and invalid
to understand his motives?
i'll try, though they're illegal
and that is exactly why
i
hate "happy people"
hope you aren't all too young to remember this "incident"