TRADITION

One day he was just standing there And I was looking where I don't know Don't remember any time I've been anywhere Because all I could think about is him Don't know the time Don't know the place All I know is I'm out to trace Trace his body And not be tardy And I don't know where I could be else I don't know where I could be else Without him And I know he will say no I know he will say no So what is there good to dough It is a very chore to know What you can do with a person like that Because what else could you do It is a human condition after all The condition TRADITION It's TRADITION