Thursday
Andif I loved you Wednesday,Well, what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday—So much is true.And why you come complainingIs more than I can see.I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but whatIs that to me?
Andif I loved you Wednesday,Well, what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday—So much is true.And why you come complainingIs more than I can see.I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but whatIs that to me?
Andif I loved you Wednesday,Well, what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday—So much is true.
And why you come complainingIs more than I can see.I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but whatIs that to me?