Cream of The Crop
Cream of the crop
I gotta get myself far, far away
I gotta tell myself that anyway
I can’t forget the way that we used to be
And all in all it seems so different to me
I said whoa oh Rosalie, I said whoa my Rosalie
Oh every time I see her I have to stop
And everybody says you are the cream of the crop
But if you’re looking angry in any way
I don’t believe I’d stand in your way
I want a lonely carriage with roses on
A funny love affair, a funny way to go home
I won’t change for you, you haven’t changed for me
I don’t suppose you’d have an answer for me?
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