I love you
You know Damn well I do
My love goes OH OH so far.
But I am hurting my knees
It is like a Trapeze
making out in the back seat of this car.
I know my father is at home
Waiting by the phone
With the front door already ajar.
So why don't we try this again
Say in a Honeymoon in Spain
Beneath the silver moon and Golden stars.
Raymond Morrow