Pretty Miss Hearbreak

Little miss heartbreak, you’d give her your time,
’cause if you’d want to get with her, got to get in line.
Pretty miss heartbreak, she’ll leave you all the clues,
But don’t you look so eager now, you’re only going to lose.

O all the boys are in the queue,
For not one left without a bruise,
But still they stand with rose in hand,
Each wishing he could be her man.

Little miss heartache, she knows what she wants,
’cause if you’re going to play this wrong, better move along.
Pretty miss heartbreak, she’d give you all the cues,
But when you think you’ve got her groove, she’ll leave you feeling blue

O all the boys are in the queue,
For not one left without a bruise,
But still they stand with rose in hand,
Each wishing he could be her man.

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prabitha balasubramanian
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This is really nice……especially loved the ending. I enjoyed the rhythm of it. Hope to read more.

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