A freezing cold bites my face
as I leave your house
and walk away from you
too deep my pride
to find the right words
too deaf my ears
to hear your cries
I haven't grown up enough
to understand a woman's needs
I haven't learned to tell
the silent signs of their eyes
So it's none of your fault
Street-lamps are turned off
as I get into a taxi
to take me to my flight
for I don't want to hurt you
more than I already have
I haven't grown up enough
to understand a woman's needs
I haven't learned to tell
the silent signs of their eyes
So it's none of your fault
(March'98)
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