This May Hurt A Little - Dressy Bessy
Josy was a near dear friend of mine
She lived around the corner
Across the street and through the parking lot
We'd sit and take a sip once in a while
With nowhere much to walk in town
We'd often sit and talk about her life
When Josy was a near dear friend of mine
Cross-legged in the kitchen
Then we'd giggle cry and rub our eyes
Seemed oblivious to us the two who'd shine
With nothing pledged between us
Then we've carried on and gone about our lives
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
When Josy hadn't answered in a while
I'd wonder what'll happen to the girl
It's gone it's understood
The bits of revelation I've compiled
She's broken all the secrets we'd made
And packaged neatly in our minds
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
This may hurt a little
I don't miss much of Josy
Much of the time
Though I know she's feeling helpless most of the time
These days she may wonder what I'd done
I don't miss much of Josy or what she's become
This may hurt a little
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This may hurt a little
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This may hurt a little
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This may hurt a little
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This may hurt a little
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This may hurt a little
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This may hurt a little
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