Days be gone oh let me now
I'll find a heart I'll find me now
Someday.
If I promice I will be good
Do you Promice that I maybe should
Find you. Oh Oh you.
Cause a heart can't be stolen
It only be sold,
And I can't take your silver
I only take gold.
Will you promice me
I'll promice you.
The glasses risen and toasts are made
The day I find I'm o ver paid
By you.
And though I try to give it back
You take my hand and I unpack
for you. Oh Oh you
Cause a heart can't be stolen
It only be sold.
You can sell it for silver,
Or sell it for gold,
But I promiced you
Did you promice me?
Author notes
I finaly find I am able to write love so elequently to music. My brother and I have even gotten it to musice so enjoy!
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