Jolie Blon

I thought we might last, going happily on

Only to realize one day you had gone.

I didn’t really know my dark eyed blond.

Won’t you be my forever jolie blon?

She left me notes in my bedside drawer

And toothpaste hearts on my bathroom mirror

Only to parse meanings of every word

Ill-defined, as if by an unread lawyer

Put your head back upon my shoulder, dear

You have nothing to lose or a thing to fear

I promise I’m here for a day and a year

As long as you might possibly like, I swear

Jolie Blon, I think I might be getting old

Your love was warming, but I’m getting cold

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