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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Please Lady Please</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please lady please, do play our song<br>again, it isn’t over yet, <br>though I sometimes done you wrong, <br>those moments, lady, please forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanna hear our song again, <br>although you don’t feel close to me; <br>I’m not like all the other men<br>from whom you’ve vowed that you’d be free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanna hold you one more time, <br>and play our song so you’ll recall<br>the times that you declared that I’m<br>the man for who you’d always fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Country music, old and new, <br>can never sound as good as tunes<br>we’ve sung together, me and you, <br>dawn, day and night, and afternoons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please lady, play our song, don’t think<br>about the bad things I have done; <br>remember how when we’re in sync<br>there’s more than two of us––we’re one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Inspired by Olivia Newton John’s “Please Mister Please”: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox <br>With the best of country music, old and new <br>You can hear your five selections for a quarter <br>And somebody else's songs when your's are through</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter <br>And my friends around to help me ease the pain <br>'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song <br>And here I am just missing you again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17<br>It was our song, it was his song, but it's over <br>Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean <br>I don't ever wanna hear that song again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I had a dime for every time I held you <br>Though you're far away, you've been so close to me <br>I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville <br>Maybe even in the state of Tennessee </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I guess I'd better get myself together <br>'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind <br>Just a note that said 'I'm sorry' by your picture <br>And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17 <br>It was our song, it was his song, but it's over <br>Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean <br>I don't ever wanna hear that song again </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>3/30/08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gershon+Hepner">Gershon Hepner</a><div class=q>
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again, it isn’t over yet, 
though I sometimes done you wrong, 
those moments, lady, please forget.

I wanna hear our song again, 
although you don’t feel close to me; 
I’m not like all the other men
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