Pretty Girl
She loathed her nose;
the Picasso freckles and Sicilian ridge,
but I loved her fine lines and curved edges.
She was the mountain pass and I was the seaside; always to bump against her in
a hopeless attempt to escape this love.
She loathed her nose;
the Picasso freckles and Sicilian ridge,
but I loved her fine lines and curved edges.
She was the mountain pass and I was the seaside; always to bump against her in
a hopeless attempt to escape this love.