They say that you are not good for me,
With your cautious lips and dewy eyes.
And those soft hands that set me free,
Leaving me guileless as I chase this prize.
They say that you are like the cloudy skies,
And I will take too long to understand
That your cautious lips and dewy eyes
Don’t mean much when they kiss my hand.
I will find someone better than you,
That’s all they tell me and all they advise,
But they don’t know you and have no clue
Of your cautious lips and dewy eyes.
I tell them of your cautious lips and dewy eyes,
They say that I have now fallen into a hole.
From which I will take an eternity to rise,
And that you have finally killed my soul.
They tell me that I have lost my mind,
Watching your cautious lips and dewy eyes.
I hope this road I finally get to find
Towards eternal freedom and perennial disguise.
They tell me that you are poison to me,
But until the day I die, and only until then
In my heart remains one last plea
To see your cautious lips and dewy eyes again.

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