oh lady

She lives in the house not a day less than thirty years.
Wherever will she go if she doesn’t have anything to do?
Walking is a bother.
Stopping is a bother.
She’s a lady, oh lady, that loves what she loves.
Stubborn is she; she’s got a whole world to love,
but she never embraces it fully.

Why, oh lady, do you have to be this way?
Isn’t life easier when you decide to just stay?
You can sing your songs.
You can convince the golden.
What are you looking for when you got all this lovin?

Please think it through.
Do what you gotta do.
Just remember what it’s like to
love a person like you.



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