Clorisa
Clorisa comes down to see me on Sunday afternoons
She is so cute but oh-boy her hair
She likes to stay a while and lay in my bed
And then go on about her way
CHORUS
She loves to love to loves to love
She loves to love to loves to love
She loves to love to loves to love
She loves to love to loves to love
Clorisa comes down to see me on Monday after five
She's so cute she knows she hurts my eyes
She can't stay a while she tells me with those eyes
Ask know questions get told no lies
Chorus
And just like that she's gone, loves labour's lost
I find myself walking and dreaming I'm feeling the heart and knowing the cost
I wonder why and what and if and all the silly things been said
And wished she'd stayed a while in my bed
Chorus
Dam it I'm screaming I loved that woman
I let her get away and slip through my life and my fingers and my thoughts and my being
Her life and my life and everything of ours is lost
Fought through the pain of commitment and the unknown, soured in the glory of the feast
Known only the emptyness of shattered thoughts of might be's and wanna be's and could be's and should be's
Blindly waiting for the right, missing the opportunity of life or love or both
A chance to feel that one of moment again and again
Wrapped in passion and sorry, pain, ageing and fading while dammed wisdom sneers at the fattened
For those who choose for the moment and move on unsupported are lost.