"Teardrops"
by Morgan S
Drew looks at me
I fake a smileth so that gent won’t seeth
What i wanteth what i needeth
And everything yond we shouldst beest
I bet the lady is quite quaint
Yond wench that gent talks about
And she’s did get everything yond I has’t hadst to live without
I wonder if’t be true that gent knoweth that gent’s all i bethink about at night
That gent is the timeth taken up
But there’s never enow
And that gent is all yond i needth to falleth into
Thou is the reasoneth for the teardrops bestowed by my berft visage upon my guitar.
Thou is the reasoneth i keepeth wishing upon a wishing star.
Thou is the melody i keepeth singing, don’t knoweth wherefore i doth.