Everywhere you look You could write a book
On the trouble with a woman and a man
But they always impose, they always stick their nose
Into something that they don't understand
Still they wonder Who's cheating who Who's being true
I don't even care anymore
They look me in the eye, say something isn't right
It's your car that's parked next door
It's my thoughts, only mine, my thoughts on my mind
I don't know what they think they'll find
Wish they woudn't impose, wouldn't stick their nose
Into something that they don't understand
Still they wonder Who's cheating who, Who's being true
I don't even care anymore
They look me in the eye, say something isn't right
But I'm just with my own thoughts next door
No offense to the rest of you- but if you're Autistic like me you'll understand!
God loves you! Be happy anyway!
Sincerely,
David S. Annderson