there's nothing to forgive, my love
i was simply entranced
i'm expecting to meet you tonight
in the southern part of France
but don't ever think
i had too much to drink
i was tempted to reply
to that look in your eye
you mustn't feel sorry for me
i saw what i wanted to see
the hurts you don't know how to take
i regret like a thief
they kicked me out of your dressing room
and they swallowed me in grief
but don't ever think
i had too much to drink
i was tempted to reply
to that look in your eye
you mustn't feel sorry for me
i saw what i wanted to see
oh, my love! what a dream you are
carrying flowers and jewels
advertising your kisses and pointing
to all the eager young fools
but don't ever think
i had too much to drink
i was tempted to reply
to that look in your eye
you mustn't feel sorry for me
i saw what i wanted to see
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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