Maria Mckee Love Doesn't Love
Love doesn't love me
Love doesn't love me
It hovers just above me
Smiling cruel and lovely
Love doesn't doesn't love me
Style without substance
Flesh limits functions
Lust without emotion
Body without passion
Love doesn't doesn't love me
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
Doesn’t, doesn’t
Life doesn't live here
Life doesn't live here
It won't let me leave you
It won't let me leave you
Love doesn't doesn't love me
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand
Doesn’t, doesn’t
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
And the sand slipping through my hand
And the water washes by
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand
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