I was sitting upon your knee–
When i was all of twenty-three–
And i can still remember you speaking so softly…
On that Friday that seems like an eternity;
You told me that i was your lady–
Why you even called me your baby—
Out in the open-never shady…
Even though everyone knows your rather cagey;
You told of your feelings to your best friend Bob…
Who was just outside about to turn the knob…
But with no intention to wrongfully rob—
Or even act like a nosey slob;
He came inside to see you and me—
And i was still upon your steady knee—-
Bob said that we looked ‘happy as can be’—-
He said that ‘The truth shall set us free’! ;
For so long our love song had been outta tune—
And of course you blamed it on the waning moon—-
But we rekindled by the end of June…
And married we would be real soon;
So here i am still upon your manly knee—-
And i am aware that you are fine tuning me…
You’re like a doctor without the fee…
A visit to your clinic was: ‘an absolute necessity! ‘;
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
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