oh little Rye
Oh little Rye!
You’re too young to be mine.
Notice me from afar;
I’m giving you a good sign.
Oh little Rye!
You’re twenty-one, now.
Are you seeing someone lately?
Or have you given a vow?
Oh little Rye!
I wish you were my age
I wish it’s easy to hold you
And it feels like you are caged
Oh little Rye!
Have I pushed it too much?
Dare me to stop from what I am doing
For loving you too much.
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