Seems to Happen
Lucky with love but not with permanence.I can’t describe the feelingOf being number oneI wasn’t there - quite long enoughTo realize the funI’ve tried to play it cool beforeAnd tried to be myselfBut every time - I find that I’veBeen placed upon some shelfI wasn’t played nor led uponI wasn’t pushed nor shovedI know I was - but am not nowVery simply loved