THE POETRY OF GERI RIZZO

 

COLD

How could you leave

When you know how much I love ya,

Baby you're so cold...

Livin' with you's just

an exercise in hell, babe!

It's gettin' outta control.

I work all day

while you lay around drinkin'

Smokin' with friends, hangin' out...

When I get home

All I get's interrogated

What are you talkin' about?

Get out the door, cuz we ain't goin' nowhere

Baby you're so cold

Maybe next time

you'll find someone else to keep ya,

Someone to fit your mold...

Yah, babe, it's gettin' old

Baby, you're so cold.

            G. Rizzo

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