I,.......So Misled.
In the summer of a London life,
"Gold," she said, was a month before I
Realised sold instead.
Babe, it`s such an awful choice.
Don`t break my back.
Take it easy, now you whipping boy.
Don`t wanna feel the crack.
Trust my head to say lose it;
Now my body`s got to use it.
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I should not be So Misled.
I should not be So Misled.
Saw an advert in a magazine;
Safe it said, with the satisfaction
Guaranteed to cool your head.
I can`t see the solution
To this state of confusion.
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