MY ENGLISH WOMAN
She’s so bright by the light of day
My english woman
She’s the cloths I wear
Keeping me dry and warm
Through the storm
She tickles my feet
And keeps me on my toes
She knows, what she doesn’t always know
She knows, I don’t always know
She knows what she knows
And she tells me so
But at night, when she drives home alone
She’s never sure if anyone’s there
By: Roger Harkness
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This I wrote this for Nancy, a live in girl friend I once had. I broke it off, it was very difficult, she was very good to me, but she wanted to own me and I can’t be owned, but she was very good to me.