Because I love; Fragment

I hold my bag With a Love Chicken it's feather I picked up When The Chicken needed a friend Love, is there When we need someone to talk to Although The Chicken and Me do not talk the same language I can expect a visit from Him and His friends when I feel lonely in front of my window here in Boekel So I hold my bag And talk about it with Paul As a friend I talk about these things Not as a foe Not as a hero Not as a stranger But as a possible friend I, would still pretend If i, only, oh if I only could be there And talk to Him without care I would kiss Him To start there on His neck, chest and down under And then He lets me stop kissing and touching To say "this is not allowed" Makes me more shy, And in the end probably cry I would never do it in the end, I, would still pretend To The Story of Me and Paul never comes an end Because I love Nadiya.