In the box
by my bed
that I don’t
really have, I
keep the photo
of you that
I never took
on that day
when we didn’t
meet in the city
where I’ve never
been, but oh,
a woman can
dream, right?
In the box
by my bed
that I don’t
really have, I
keep the photo
of you that
I never took
on that day
when we didn’t
meet in the city
where I’ve never
been, but oh,
a woman can
dream, right?