Too Late Come Early
Done wrote
A many a sad song
Never ever
Thought I'd be singing
Those same sad tunes
Darling you swept me off my feet
But I broke the handle
Of your broom
There wasn't any cussing
No fussing
Shooting stabbing
Or cutting
But like a fool
I chose to go and break it up
Thought I should
Swallow a half gallon of pride
Said everything but didn't say enough
I then let the truth be raped by a lie
This didn't help the effort
Still I wanted to make up
Baby...... I know you was some kinda down
But there is no compound
For a scar of trust
On the face of love!!!
I found out
Just about when
I should've been getting lost in
The Sweetest Deepness Of she........
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