When ever I heard that record I always turned it up
And as long as no one could hear me I belted it out z flat.
Then I spent an evening with you and had to wrench myself away
And you sent a text that followed me and it haunts me to this day
You quoted the lines within it and I understood the pain
And now whenever I hear it I'm wracked with guilt and shame.
So when Hillary gets to sing her song
I turn the bloody thing off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem