FADED DENIM
FADED DENIM
Her love I built in denim
I want no man in suit,
To come and destroy what I toiled for
Either to drive the wedge between us
My messages she’s unable to reply,
I know I still have to give her some
time
What did I even see in her?
Was it beauty or a good heart?
If it is beauty, there are others
possessing that,
Nay it was both
Now I have come to realize,
That’s my shelter and abode
On the stage,
That shall be my abutments
In my work for love,
It shall be my habiliment
Faded or dirtied,
It tells the rural love story
Of a working class,
Working industriously in love
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