Space beach cowboy - A flower
Will she ever noticeMe for who I am
And does she have the capacity
To love me as a flower, as a flower, a flower
Things keep changing, rearranging, on their own
The wine glass is on the table
with residue from the night before
The gift that keeps on giving
Is nothing but memories, memories, memories
Things keep changing, rearranging, things keep changing, rearranging
On their own
Written by:
Arturo Enciso
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