Chance


Who say’s gens’ bad,
Oh! Baby it’s all you ‘n me.
Things which you can’t stop,
Oh! Baby then let them be.
Chance you’ll once have,
Oh! Baby can’t you set it free.
Eye with Tear make it clear,
Oh! Baby to happiness give an entry.
If I give chance, frankly to you,
Then would you dance or groove,
Or you’ll effort to have better fruit.
Dear do what you can do,
Once chance would be given to you.
(c.k as oliver)

Submitted by Oliver William .

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