Bent

You wear your heart on your sleeve these days
You know then
Yes, I know
Don't sit there looking at me like that
What do you want, Emma?
What would make you happy?

Oh, I can't explain
I understand
I am old, and you're young and beautiful
This is your first love
You are my last

I can't explain
I understand
I am old, and you're young and beautiful
This is your first love
You are my last



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Nipote Pecoraro
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