Bubijeva pesmarica

CI can hear the soft abreathing of the Fgirl that I elove,
As she Clies here dbeside me Gasleep with the night
And her Chair in a afine mist Ffloats on my epillow
CReflecting the dglow of the F Gwinter Cmoonlight

She is soft she is warm
but my heart remains heavy,
As I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall.
For I know with the first light
of dawn I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be all I have left to recall.

Oh what have I done, why have I done it,
I've committed a crime, broken the law.
For twenty five dollars and pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.

My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion,
A scene badly written in which I must play.
And I know as I gaze
at my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.