Misunderstood

I thought you were mine now shady

I thought we were a yes not a maybe

I mistook what we were now I’m fading

I went to the curb but you weren’t waiting

The bar was packed but all inspiring

His hands were rough but I wasn’t minding

A drunken mystery ever so inviting

Then the sun showed he wasn’t you…

I think it’d been spying

Waddle on home before your work starts minding

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