| A Week Next June |
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You're crying, cuz I've spilt your paints
again, But in a few short years,
You'll understand true life pain
When those baby eyes of yours,
Have turned the brightest blue,
And boys fall into them
You just won't know what to do.
And I can see you trying.
To make him understand,
And I can see him ask why
He can't be your man.
Now winter's around us.
And your kisses keep me warm again,
but when the spring brings the flowers,
Will they wash away with the rain?
And when the land is wrapped in white,
We're as happy as kids could be.
I'll let you win every snowball fight,
If you'll only stay with me.
And I can see you trying.
To make him understand,
And I can see him ask why
He can't be your man.
I see you're leaving,
Has March really come so soon?
I don't want to pressure you.
But can we make a date a week next June?
And I never understand.
Why you run away
Because I know he's waiting for you,
Every sunny, cloudless day.
And I can see you trying.
To make him understand,
And I can see him ask why
He can't be your man.
And I can see me trying.
To make you understand,
And I can see me ask why
I can't be your man.
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