We walked the loneliest mile
We smiled without any style
We kiss
Fragrance of that long lost evening
Tender moves that keep repeating
Soft
Watching my head, holding my face
One more evening gone to
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my man
Looks so fine
Tomatoes on
Rita saw a deal on the TV
So me and her
I can't give up I heard him say, the day
A very simple statement
A very simple crime
A lot of grief
Too many times I want too much
Too many hours I
Broken by the empty evening
Wondering when it will be all
Unique situation as she stares down the wall
Monique's fascination might
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