Rosary

One day all this will make sense but just promise me you won't ever forget There are two kinds of men in this world Ones who move on, stroll on, and ones who never learn Don't you need me? At least to tell you what you're worth I've been waiting too long and no it doesn't hurt To be moving on, strolling along I think that I can learn Oh we'll see how much you think I'm really worth Deep down mysteries can't be solved yet can't you see I got a little black present hiding for ya under your seat