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"Expectations"
(Brad Kleiman)
It's true you can't be faulted
'cuz my expectations are high
You never asked to be exalted,
to be idealised
So now I'm left to harbor
some more fictitious feelings,
some companions to the horror
I'm just barely concealing
And I wouldn't go backwards,
but I wouldn't stay here
with only melodies and words
to counter the fear
Now the backyard sprinklers
are starting to reappear
They rise like peacock feathers
on a showgirl's rear
A woman's smile revives me
Her lips warms me like wine
or like electricity
when the two are combined
And I wouldn't go backwards,
but I wouldn't stay here
with only melodies and words
to counter the fear
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