P.I. Girl
By: Garland Davis
She can’t love you, she’s just hungry
She’ll hold you and pretend for a time
She’ll laugh and dance when the band plays
And act like the lovin’ kind
She’s no stranger to them leaving
She has heard many a sailor’s goodbye
But she’ll look for another tonight
While you have Grande still in sight
You can hold her in the bar’s neon light
Promise her the earth and stars
She gives her body for your money
But she’ll never give her heart
She can’t love me, she’s just hungry
She’ll hold me and pretend for a time
I remember her eyes in the night
I remember her when she was mine
Good poem. The memories of those P I ladies are soft now, but they were some great times for a 19 year man.
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In real life, often she CAN love you. . . And it hurts so good you can’t get it to stop.
In real life, sometimes she DOES love you . . . And for a young man his greatest joy is his biggest problem . .
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