Bubijeva pesmarica

CI can hear the soft breaathing of the gFirl that I loeve,
As she lieCs here besdide me asleGep with the night
And her hCair in a faine mist floFats on my peillow
RCeflecting the gldow of the wFinGter moonClight

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.

COh what have I adone, why have FI done eit,
I've Ccommitted da crime, Gbroken the law.
For twenty Cfive adollars and Fpieces of esilver,
CI held up and drobbed a hard F Gliquor Cstore.

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.