Paper Heart
Last modified on 2010-07-03 16:06:52 GMT. 5 comments. Top.
The winter cold, Like a blade
Cut his hope, His strength away
By himself, With an engine mind
Spun him out, From day to night
Got a poet’s touch, He’s a loyal friend
but prone to browns and blacks and shuttin himself in
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Without a woman, He got a paper heart
Weather comes and trouble starts.
They weren’t a fit, she had pretty hair
Southern charm, and a fashion flair
she waited round, and that filled him up
A summer love, he’s like a pup
His rovin eye, would pick at him
Left her alone he’s out for love again
Without a woman he’s got a paper heart.
Weather comes, and trouble starts.
Cold it cuts, he’s cavin’ in-
He tries to work, the snow is in
The wax and wane, desire unfed
Kills the favor, cuts the thread
Got pangs for love, without requite
a wind between the door blows out the light
Without a woman, got a paper heart
Weather comes trouble starts.
