| one time you made me cry be proud that I remember my chin is sore the bruise is gone but the spot is tender gave my hand a sister coy to Cotton Alley where you did enjoy your wicked games you curious boy tied my laces up together when I fell you laughed until your belly was sore in the brick laid aisle behind the five and dime store |
that's how I made you blush but doubt if you remember were my tears genuine or those of a skilled pretender? nothing precious plain to see don't make a fuss over me not loud not soft but somewhere in between say "sorry" let it be the word you mean I was a little pest who never took a hint could never take a hint |
