RUBBER RING ( by Morrissey)

A said factor widely know
How a most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But don't forget the songs
That made you s m i l e
And the songs that made you c r y
When you lay in awe
On the bedroom floor
And said: "Oh smother me, Mother ..."

The passing of time
And all of its crimes
Is make me sad again
The passing of time
And all of its sickening crimes
Is making me said again
But don't forget the songs
Tha made you c r y
And the songs that saved your l i f e
Yes, you're older know
And you're a clever swine
But they were the o n l y ones who ever stood by you

The passing of times leaves empty l i v e s
Waiting to be filled
The passing of t i m e
Leaves empty l i v e s
Waiting to be filled
I'm here with the cause
I'm holding the torch
In the corner of your room
Can you hear me ?
And when you're dancing and laughing
And finely l i v i n g
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly

Do you
Love me like you used to ?