Weak

Curiosity beckons from afar
To ask you who and how you are
This woman upon whom my eyes have gazed
Is she free and why I'm so amazed

Should I speak before I burst
And let my words not to do my worst
The shape of her hair, the sound of her voice
Makes my timid palms become so moist

Shall I always be this way
Hopeless through my days

Should I speak before I burst
And let my words not to do my worst
As my tongue rolls out my voice
Let the ancient ritual begin now

Shall I always be this way
Hopeless through my days



Credits
Writer(s): Dempster Cherry
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