Who's sleeping with my Ronie tonite
who's eyes are shining with delight
why is it that we cuss and fight
when loving you was at first sight
why do i ache with longing to rebuild
a bridge where water has since spilled
high above the piers tide line
At Santa Monica where you were mine
if only for a day or two
i roamed LA with my boy blue
i wished so hard I could make you smile
that you would love me for a little while
I pray one day you will forgive
and make an effort to help me live
for i am dying a little eachday
without my Ronie to laugh and play
I wish i could rewrite the scene
where you and i had once been
it would have a happy hollywood ending
but there is no use in my pretending
its ever gonna happen that way
I love you Ronie till my dying day.

Andi