Blame It On My Youth
When I was young I fell in love
With every girl I ever kissed.
Each one, each time
Became my rhyme and reason to exist.
My naïve heart believed in miracles,
And I prayed so fervently
That each girl I'd see would prove to be
The miracle for me.
When a girl was on my mind
Each hour of every night and day,
Then often I'd forget to find
The time to eat, or sleep, or pray.
And if I cried each time I tried
But still would lose the game,
I never thought to fault my heart,
In truth,
I only had my youth to blame.
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