A valueless man I’m, and pity it is that often my ways I cannot mend
But, singing and running, to embrace me in her arms, here she comes back to me again
Never a man of character was I to her, and found no place in her list of a loving friend
Perhaps she has known that I’m used to swallowing my own sorrow and pain
Happy, I’m. Boy oh boy!
But, doesn’t to her, my attitude any longer annoy?
Oh, she holds me closer and kisses my lips, cheeks, and ears!
What has she seen in me all of a sudden?
Mumbles words akin to sweet music; hope this time around she doesn’t bring me tears.
Oh, Surprise me her gesture! What intention hidden?
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