the flowers of romance



like a diamond but flawed
my mad season abroad
when I served in trieste
i was Languishing lost
uung like christ double-crossed
nailed down tight and undressed
a prostitute managed our band
she had skills i still can’t understand
she’d take my hand and sing
ain’t love grand
if we had a success
i would buy her a dress
that was cut low and tight
we’d scream we’d moan
then she’d pick up the phone
and go out for the night
in june we made love on the sand
the long night in jail was unplanned
i was too weak to stand
ain’t love grand
dreams are so real
you can think you can feel
secret details that long ago faded
there’s a crack in my heart
where the fantasies start
who longs for truth when the passion’s paraded
she still haunts my dreams
her breasts like high beams
i grin and go blind
her lilac perfume
fills my emptied out room
she stole all she could find
though I never made a demand
i still Lay there smiling unmanned
in my dreams she still kisses my…
ain’t love grand

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