My Pilate instructor
My Pilate instructorI would hear how you would ask about me
And how you wanted to meet
You wanted me to be your chocolate treat
We went for a short walk
Then sat down so we could talk
I would tell you I go with the flow
I guess you decided you would take it slow
One day we started to workout
Time we never worried about
After a while we stared to change
And started to go our separate ways
Out of the blue I would hear from you
And I knew what you wanted to do
A few times I gave in
But things had to end
I knew you found a new “friend”
You claimed I was acting strange
You knew our statue would change
But you wanted one more workout to do your best
After that you said you would put my number to rest
I told you no and I had to go
Days turned to weeks before I would hear from you again
You were trying to act like a friend
Sometimes I ignore you and sometimes I reply to you
But deep down I know what you want to do
My pilate instructor is who you use to be
No more workouts with me
11/18/08
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