Little Blond
(c)1991 Michael Kerwin Breen

Little blond, little blond,
	said I'm taking you beyond
all those little things your parents
	warned you about.
But there's on thing you should know
	before I leave, before I go,
that it's me and not you
	who's walking out.
Never thought I'd see the day
	when I could break the heart
of a girl so sweet and kind to me.
But I guess we weren't the same somehow,
	her dreams they just weren't mine.
And I wonder if she remembers me,
	and are those thoughts unkind?
Little blond, little blond,
	said you're taking me beyond
all those secret things I never
	could talk about.
Though you've been much more than kind,
	here's something to keep in mind,
even making love there was a shadow of a doubt.
I remember how it feels
	to hold a broken heart
and try to think of a reason to press on.
But I suppose it's only arrogance
	that makes me think she cried over me, when I
know she doesn't remember me
	and thinks she set me free.
Little blond, little blond,
	I was sad when you were gone
and the memories of you stay in my mind,
	here in my mind.
And there's something to be learned
	in each and every turn,
but the lesson is never what you wanted
	to find out.