The Journal of J. P. Davies Odds
06/03/2006 06:30 p.m.
Could it be you're the one?
Maybe I'm now the lucky guy.
Or should I turn and run?
It's so easy to see that I could wash your feet
And fill your womb
And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can.
Is it gonna hurt if we try?
Is this the calm before the flood
Well we may skip like stones
Or you could pull me from the mud
And I would wash your feet
And fill your womb
And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can
I will miss the songs and stories
And the things you brought in
Could it be it's been so long
I can't love you, I've forgotten how
I'm shy, once bitten
Though I'm desperate I keep my place
If nothing is written
Must you leave me without a trace?
When I would wash your feet
And fill your womb
And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can
"I Would be Your Man" -The Odds I am currently Disillusioned
I am listening to Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
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