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I Can't
by Jim Burnham
I can't tell you how to act.
I can't tell you what to say.
I can't tell you what to do or how to play.
I can't tell you how to dress.
I can't tell you who to see.
I can't tell you who to love, but I can hope its me.
I can't make you love me if you won't.
I can't make you like it if you don't.
I can't get any better then I am.
I'm the best me I can be and only hope that you will see.
Before too much time has passed on by for this old man.
I can't tell you who to worship and, I can't tell you where.
I can't tell you to take off your make up or how to wear your hair.
I can't make you want my touch.
Although I want to so very much.
I can't teach you if you don't want to be taught.
I can't worship you if you wont let me.
I can't make you let me in if it's not time.
I can't save you if being saved's not on your mind.
All I want is you and I am pissed off too.
For the indiscretions of men with narrow minds.
Seems all they do is waste both of our time.
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