Gifts and Sorrows
AMOUS, MOTTA
It's only one day a month
That they both allow
Been en years time
Exchanging gifts and sorrows
Safe enough apart
Never too bind
The only taboo is a word called love
The only magic in holding tight enough
He seems so blasé about her
Still he don't know how
She's on his mind
She pulls her mirror out to
See how she feels now
He's by her side