Don’t let your hair lose
Don’t put on rouge
Don’t paint your lips
Or your finger tips
Don’t wear that dress
That you bought with care
Don’t walk that walk
Don’t acquire that look
For if you do
You will look too fine
And I will not know
If you are the same woman
That filled with love
Not too long ago
This weary, worn out
Heart of mine
1 comment:
Reminds me of memoirs of a geisha ...and Moulin Rouge...and harp strings
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