Treasured

love, youth, boys, fun, stuff like that

Bitter tears
they pour, they pour

I think of him
what for, what for?

Loving lips
they kiss, they kiss

The touch of them
I miss, I miss

Dreams they seem
to know, to know

Just where I want
to go, to go

Legs they move
like toys, like toys

Let them twirl
with boys, with boys

How can I
be sure, be sure?

That you were
no more, no more

Than tears and dreams and lips and twirls
with lots of different, different girls.