Holding on to the Wrong Thing

I can’t lose you Clinging on and on

Blossom

Be my honey bee And I’ll be

My hands have been Empty, lonesome

I could feel His smile

Our story was cursed From the very beginning

I don’t want a romance for the ages I just want

The ring you gave her Is gaudy and sits

Feather light touch On the back of my hand

My heart is a dusty attic That has been left

Young woman seeking A dance partner