Perhaps, it"s too late
Or, possibly, early, It hasn't happened to me for many years, I resemble currently Don Juan, actually, Just like a correct flippant man of poetry. What"s the issue? What's happened, actually? Every day I've another chick. And I shed self-pity, willy-nilly, And withstand unfaithfulness and trick. I have always maintained my heart out of easy, Tender feelings, And I wonder what I Am Searching for in, so cripple Girls, therefore light-headed, so void. Hold me back, control me, scornful feeling, I've always been indicated with you personally. In my heart I've a cold steaming Along with the rustle of lilac, therefore gloomy. In my heart I've a lemon, Through the fog that I hear Someone state: To your freedom You'll Have to answer, Well, Don Juan, take the challenge, eh? Like I take the battle within reason, I can view the Same old thing I've: I must have a storm for blooming season And error a joy for actual love. That"s why"s how it occurred. Every day I've Another chick, So I would always grin, be Joyful And withstand unfaithfulness and trick.