Oh heavens will I dare
to point my finger
The question's in the air
unspoken accusations linger
of the matter of autonomy
and it's nothing that you said to me
but the way that
certain things were written
and I guess you thought
You knew that I was smitten
well it was something but not quite that, dear
and anyway I heard your signals loud & clear
But that aside
I have to say
that I never did stand
in the light of your own way
and if I demure
that each thing will be fine
well it's just that you have your way
and I have mine
what
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