Untouched _ The Veronicas
Wonderful song....love to work out to it
One was a poet
Who sang and read verse
One was a peasant
Who drank and who cursed
Before you decide
Who's cruel and who's kind
Let me explain what I felt
In my heart and my mind
The artist was tender
But suffered from guilt
Making him sorry
The following day
And he made me feel guilty
The very same way
In his bed on the following day
The other would take me
And feel no remorse
He'd wake with a smile
In the bed where we lay
And he made me smile
In the very same way
In his bed on the following day
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