This is a page from my diary
The fifteenth day of November
This is a page from my diary
I wrote these words and then
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
And I'm as white as the snow
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
Everything you bargained for
Everything you worked for
Everything you would have killed for
I'll let the rain pour in
And first thing in the morning
Believe me, that's the last thing on my mind
Will you take a walk with me in the sunshine
O Pamela, before it's too late?
Will you take a walk with me by the ocean
O Pamela, before it's too late?
Everything you bargained for
Everything you worked for
Everything you would have killed for