Maggie May
Darling, I hate to tell you,
but I think I’m catching a cold.
Put another chair on the fire,
bring a bottle over here, I feel I’m getting old.
I like your laugh, and a hot romance,
and your orn’ry sense of humour,
but if it rains again like it did today
I’m gonna have to leave a little bit sooner.
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