"We always did feel the same," he told her. "We just saw it from a different point of view."
"Blame it on a simple twist of fate," she replied.
She was married when they first met. He'd seen a lot of women, but she never escaped his mind.
"You're a big girl now," he said.
A change in the weather (is known to be extreme). Buckets of rain, buckets of tears—got all them buckets coming out.
"Come in," she said. "I'll give you shelter from the storm.
I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell?"
"Idiot wind blowing every time you open your mouth," he said.
"You're an idiot, babe," she replied. "You're gonna make me lonesome when you go."
"Meet me in the morning."
Lily was a princess. She'd come away from a broken home; had lots of strange affairs. But she'd never quite met anyone like the Jack of Hearts.
If you see her, say hello. She might be in Tangier.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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