She’s got beautiful blond hair
And a lovely, gentle smile.
I’m so in love with her,
But she’s not mine.
She’s always on my mind
Throughout the day or night.
I’d love to hold her close,
But she’s not mine.
I wish I could fins some way
To let her know I care.
‘Til then we’ll be good friends,
‘Cause she’s not mine.
April 11, 1979
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