Your Turn
© 2007 by Joe Strell & Meg Strell
I love the flowers in my bed
Sent before you left
The smell of you
Lingering behind your smile
Fading fast
The morning stalls
Waiting for the songbird's call
And I'm not answering the phone
When I was young I did yearn
For a love that would burn
And I was easily deceived
Then I fell and I learned
So now this time it's your turn
To make a fool of yourself for me
Thank you for writing all that poetry
'Cause you know it means a lot to me
When you tell me that my eyes are blue
That's just something that I knew
Before you came along
And somehow your words don't change a thing
When I was young I did yearn
For a love that would burn
And I was easily deceived
Then I fell and I learned
So now this time it's your turn
To make a fool of yourself for me
Make a fool of yourself for me
