I know a girl named Cindy

Backwards are the stars... and the moon has broken free
Oceans bouyed by thoughts of boyancy
Love has told me every secret worth the telling
Love has spent each coin and done its selling


I've told her of my love
With every means short of that expressing
Which needs a bed and her and I undressing
Had I the memory of things like those...
Us twined and on the chair our clothes


Well...


You know that saying about a fire gone mad..?
That joke that ends my favorite color's plaid..?
Did you know she let me kiss her hand?
That's why I love her more than I can stand.

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