Shape

I walk carefully on the left side of the street
Distributing my weight between both my feet
The sun pummels down on the back of my neck
God's watchful eye stirring in my chest

I lose myself in fantasy again
Of collared-shirt families, a dog behind a fence
I keep coming to, lingering by the park
Oh, what a curse to be older and still yours

Something in the way you crossed your legs
Remembers me staring
In the mirror, it's your face
And in time, it's your will

I'll carry your shape
As long as it takes
I'll be your lover and I'll be your maid
And I'll bе your wife, clean and white
Plеad and lie in bed at night
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Oh, you were the only one
That didn't make me feel like the man that I am
You were the only one
That didn't make me feel like the man that I am