241. tell me it's not true *

your hair upon the pillow dear a sleepy golden hue and while you’re sweetly dreaming, dear tell me, am I losing you? your putting on your lipstick dear but your look is far from true you’re thinking of another, dear tell me, am I losing you? you’re walking out the door my dear a backward glance, or two but no skipping of your heart, my dear tell me, am I losing you? your secret’s bought your soul my dear & it seems that payment’s due your gift, these memories, my dear tell me, am I losing you?