To the David's and the Malcolm's of the world
Tonight while i have my man it is you that i think of. Neither of you treated me quite so right but there was something elusive and dangerous that made me think of you.
I wonder where you are these days? If you ever think of me? If i were mearly just another girl, another face longforgotten.
I never made my mark.
Life went on. I moved on. I smiled and laughed following the tears i cried for you.
I even have another now -- but why are you still on my mind?
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