The Girl I Used to Be
THE GIRL I USED TO BE
It was a summer night. . .
There in the moonlit grass we laid.
Laughing and loving. . .
We discovered each other
There in the field out behind his house
Underneath that old willow tree.
The boy I used to love.
The girl I used to be.
And the radio played softly. . .
“I go crazy” sang the singer to the wind & me
I listened. . .
To the words that he was singing
And I lay beneath my lover, and I cried.
He made me crazy.
The boy I used to love.
The girl I used to be.
It was a summer night. . .
There in the moonlit grass we laid.
Laughing and loving. . .
We discovered each other
There in the field out behind his house
Underneath that old willow tree.
The boy I used to love.
The girl I used to be.
And the radio played softly. . .
“I go crazy” sang the singer to the wind & me
I listened. . .
To the words that he was singing
And I lay beneath my lover, and I cried.
He made me crazy.
The boy I used to love.
The girl I used to be.
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