To all the ones I’ve loved before,
Who travelled in and out my door.
I’m glad they came along,
I dedicate this poem written from a song
By Julio Iglesias or Willie Nelson.
To all the ones I once caressed,
And may I say, I’ve held the best,
From Rip Van Winkle
to Willet’s golden crest.
To all the ones I’ve loved before.
The bourbon is always flowing.
Each time I try to stay,
The bartender tells me to get going,
But, the police end up carrying me away.
To all the ones who stole my heart,
I’m so sad that we’re apart.
So, I’ll sing this song,
“We are the Champions! No time for losers…
Cause you’re a son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, hiccup”
To all the ones that make me squee,
Who filled my nights with ecstasy.
And made me wake,
To regrets of last night’s date.
To all the ones I’ve loved before.
To all the ones I’ve loved before
You made me lose my job,
And smell like a slob.
All the while, you make me smile,
So, I can forget how horrible I am for awhile.
To all the ones I’ve loved before.
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