Bleu jeans...

Irma, My Waussie,

Hey woman I am reflected in your eyes, You say, You don't know why. Oh honey, You reflected in my eyes to. And I feel that it's still there, That crazy love of mine, You can't deny. I remember the time I fell in love with her heart, Silently I felt how she touched deep mine. She knew it brought us closer together, When I said I love you, So I did it. Suddenly gone, Moved away, The worst day of my life.

Those smelling letters a picture left and no goodbye. Never understand why. She,s told me her life was differently, If she was stayed. With wet eyes, My soul tormented and felled by feelings, Yes my dear, I know it, My whole life. But his thoughts of her warm heart, Kept the love spark inside of him. Every time I think of the Angel in her tight jeans,

Wow..Then I remember something, where I can write about, Out of love and respect for that Angel with string in blue jeans. Everything she does with me, It leaves everything behind in the shade, From any other woman. Oo heaven let this love float a while. Can she resist it, Or is it wrong, When the wrong one still loves her the right way. I start to slowly drown when I see those eyes. Sweetheart let me always look in those eyes.

Irma, My Waussie, Of yours...