When I Loved a Fisherman - For a Friend -
We were sitting
In your house by the beach
And you were making us drinks
I think they were strawberry margaritas
I said to you
What kind of man
Drinks strawberry margaritas?
We laughed and laughed
Til we couldn’t laugh anymore
Tears running down our eyes
We shared a night
A perfect night
With some wine and then
We talked til the sun
Came up, and once again
Before I knew it
I had to leave
How can I leave
When all I want to do
Is stay
Here with you
But my man
You’re someone else’s man
And that’s not the kind of man
That I want to want
But I know, I know
That there’s things
In this life
That people can’t help
And darlin’
I can’t help it
I know
That this
Is how it’s supposed to be
And even if the timings wrong
I don’t care
Coz I’ve waited for
Far too long
For someone
Like you to
Make me smile again
The way that you do
Someone like you
There’s always someone
Like you
The one
That someone
That one who got away
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