~ What does a Girl Do?~
When you know it's time to leave it there!
~What does a Girl Do?~
What does a girl do,
When she knows
What she wants to do?
What does a girl do
When she knows
What she wants is you?
What does a girl do,
When she knows
She wants to whisper
Sweet nothing's in your ear,
Or sing her sweet love songs
To you?
What does a girl do
When she can't find the voice
She's looking for,
So that she can say
What she wants to?
What does a girl do
Who wants to look...
Into your big brown beautiful eyes,
Who can't, because she doesn't know
How?
It's been so long
Since she's had the pleasure,
What does a girl do
In order to face her desire
Of wanting to Kiss,
Those perfect sweet soft lips?
What does a girl do
When she knows
What she wants,
Is to just touch you?
What does a girl do
When she knows
What that touch will do?
What does a girl do
When she knows
What she wants to do?
What does a girl do
When she knows
What she wants is you?
What does a girl do
When she's still loving you,
And how all she is trying to do
Is say Good-bye to you...
All those years of memories and time
That need to be let go,
When hearts have moved on
How loving now is wrong,
Knowing it's time be free
Of what will never be?
What does a girl do
To soar free from what was missed?
What does a girl do
What does a girl do
When all she is trying to do,
Is say Good-bye to you
What does a girl do?
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Jennifer Cooley!
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Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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