I spend my evenings alone
Talking to your picture, Babe
Love is wrapped around my heart
Like a Boa constrictor, Babe
My mother should have murdered me
What jury would convict her, Babe?
For love is wrapped around my heart
Like a Boa constrictor, Babe
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein
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