Things? What do they matter?
Our daily gasconade —
As we kept head and shoulders
Just above the bills unpaid —
But you were lovely like the sun,
And every bit as free:
You would not be tied down by things,
Not even things
Like me
Other People's Feelings
Things? What do they matter?
Our daily gasconade —
As we kept head and shoulders
Just above the bills unpaid —
But you were lovely like the sun,
And every bit as free:
You would not be tied down by things,
Not even things
Like me