Blind Love
I’m in love with a blind man, but, he won’t see me this afternoon
I’m in love with a blind man, but, he won’t lasso me the moon
He never looks me in the eye, you see
I don’t know, at all, what he sees in me
I’m in love with a blind man, and this I do not feign
Yet, if he knew I wrote this, he’d beat me with his cane
I’m in love with a blind man, but, he won’t lasso me the moon
He never looks me in the eye, you see
I don’t know, at all, what he sees in me
I’m in love with a blind man, and this I do not feign
Yet, if he knew I wrote this, he’d beat me with his cane
I tell my love that I live for her, but all of this she ignores,
I sing my songs of desire, I carol my odes of delight,
I croon of the moon and the birds and the bees,
Yet still she will not excite.