Being Together

I will stop when there are no more tears

When we’ll meet once more

We will dance the Twist

After, we would serenade Tom Dooley

Me, strumming my gutiar

And you’ll have a tea; I, coffee

With a pastizzi on the side

Watching Matlock in the afternoon

As you fall asleep

Mum and I would read the National Enquirer

And talk about Brad and whoever he’s dating

I can’t wait, but I must be good

And not cry anymore

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