My classy lady...

My classy lady...

Irma, My Waussie,

You are the one who,s does scare the hell out of me, Oo sweetie, Yes dear, Your love is like a destination, Not physically but mind and soul, You're still A female sensation. You no,That's what I tell my thought, And saying just love her, Every day. And then, I close my eyes see you, Sing soft but just hard enough,

You gave me Lisa,s Sweet memories, My love. Sweet memories, You gave love which always has remained. Lisa sings just a little more love, Also cried my last tear last night. But what does that mean if I listen to those songs, While I'm thinking of you. Or is it just the music, Which gives you the attention of the love. Because love is lost.

In fact, Stuck in the middle of life. Call it lost, Sweetheart. While you know that affection, Passion and genuine love from my heart was always there for you. It was here my sweetheart, Full of desire to wait, To seduced my spirit, So you can have my body, too read my soul cause I'm yours forever. I understand how precious life is, Without you sweetie.

She makes the difference that is the love that I want, I'm probably only that man of a certain age or crazy who's running after, Most likely made for loving you only on distance. Or is it like Lisa sings, Someday, Maybe someday, I know that you're that lady, And also a real woman to, You're my beautiful classy lady.

Irma, My Waussie, Thats not a maybe...