A Shoulder

A SHOULDER

I’ve always been a shoulder to cry on,
That what I seem to be,
Always’ the one you run to,
You whisper’ you’re a good friend to me.

He’s had a few drinks’ you tell me,
He’s cruel with his words’ you say'
He told you he’d rather be lonely,
And wished you were out of his way,

Tears from your eyes are in my shoulder,
A few of mine are on yours as well,
My eyes are full of tears’ when you leave me’
Don’t you know how I feel’ can’t you tell’

There are so many things I want to tell you,
You never listen, to what I have to say,
For every time I try to tell you’
You hush me up’ with the word’ someday!

You always go back to him after,
We kiss’ you say’ thanks’ I’m on my way,
I might see you sooner or later,
You know very well I can’t stay,

This is when I need a shoulder
Every time you walk through that door’
Always when you go’ you touch woodwork’
So many times’ you’ve done it before,

Don’t go back there my darling’
Come back to arms’ please stay!
Not as a crying shoulder,
But a man you can love all the way.

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