Camelia

From where I stand I can see all the lights in the city

For one man to love one woman so much it’s a pity

From where I stand I can see the cantina she goes to

Where she’s not supposed to but goes anyway

From where I stand I can hear the music and laughter

Camelia keeps telling me that’s all her young heart is after

I see it differently I see her there with a man

Camelia keeps lying I see from where I stand

If there was one ounce of man left in me I’d accuse her

What’s left of a man knows for certain if I do I’ll lose her

It wouldn’t do to let her know I know she’s lying

Or that I’ve been spying she’d never come back

Camelia I almost despise the ground that you walk on

The reason I don’t is it’s me not the ground that you walk on

Constantly tormented knowing you’re just partly mine

Camelia I hate you and love you at the same t-  i-m-e