Another Shropshire Lad |
| by Ted Reynolds |
Oh, when I said I loved you,
And when I begged and cried
For you to show me pity --
Well, all the time I lied.
And when I claimed my heart was yours,
And would be all my life,
And that the only dream I had
Was making you my wife,
And when I swore so fiercely that
I'd put a bullet through
My brain if I once lost you --
Well, that was lying too.
For all the promises I made,
And every word I said,
Were only for one purpose --
To get you into bed.
And once that was accomplished,
I never meant to stay,
But leave you far behind me,
And go my cheerful way.
Now I've tasted of your kisses,
And seen you bare at dawn.
But that was several months ago,
And you have come and gone.
And I sit here forsaken
With nothing left to do
But put a bullet through my brain
Since now my lies are true.
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