So you took me for some sort of wifey lightweight..., by U. R. Bowie So you took me for some sort of wifey lightweight; /
You’d wend on your own way while I’d weep and I’d plead, /
Then hurl myself, hectic-frenetic,...
You thought I was that type..., by unknown author You thought I was that type: /
That you could forget me, /
And that I'd plead and weep /
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,
Or th...