They swoon and eat your Creme B rule`
I am proud to have tasted a few crumbs
And better for it
While they enjoy an orchestra
I indulge the budding violinist
But I have heard your song
They heap you with accolades and adoration
I admire you from afar
And walk down the street
They are the adoring arms at your fire
The street is not so cold for me,
I was there a little while
Once upon a time
I was that sweater on your arm
But that was so last year
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Janet Martin
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