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A Love Story of Sorts

 

He said he’s not the one

She said, ‘Baby, I wasn’t born free, yesterday,

I was born to be wild! I already got you babe!’

‘N every morning and every night she sang

‘Sugar, sugar, you can’t buy me love,

Cause you were born free Mr. Tambourine Man’

So put your hair down and come

Ride with me on that fantastic voyage

Down on that lonesome moon river

We’ll sail away somewhere over the rainbow’

After a moment’s time in a bottle, all he

Could say was big girls don’t cry, no more 96 tears,

He said he would cherish her till the end of time

And gave her trinkets of crimson and clover

She said, ‘baby, don’t hurt me, and you won’t

See me cry! Cause I got a hold on you!’

And then with much respect she exclaimed

‘I’m a wild thing, and if you can’t handle it, then

Hit the road jack, and don’t come back no more!’

 

Copyright © 06/16/2007 MahTame

 

Awarded 6/18/2007 

 

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