#154
Jane
Standing on the corner,
Waiting for the light,
I see a young man glance at me,
With eye so sweetly bright.
Does he think me pretty?
Will he look again?
One moment of anticipation....
Would God had not made me plain.
#154
Jane
Standing on the corner,
Waiting for the light,
I see a young man glance at me,
With eye so sweetly bright.
Does he think me pretty?
Will he look again?
One moment of anticipation....
Would God had not made me plain.