My heart belongs to so many different women there's nothing left for me.
At 6 a.m. it's one from not so long ago. By afternoon it's another, a fine lady who slipped the hook, saved herself.
When it's time for bed they all come around, stealing my sleep. They should. It's the least they can do.
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