I Am Mine - Brooke Waggoner

Written by：Brooke Waggoner

For the sorries oh the sorries of your soul

They are the worries are the worries of my household

I hear the wind a howling at my swinging door

But at your house the weather's pleasant nothing more

I am behind

I am behind

Oh never mind will I pine

For I am mine

Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy

While I am still a learning how I should be coy

And you decided you would educate me

While conversing over a nice pot of tea

I am behind

I am behind

Oh never mind will I pine

For I am mine

I am behind

I am behind

Never mind will I pine

For I am mine

I am behind

I am behind

Never mind will I pine

For I am mine

And the flowerpots are blooming full of golds

Tiny lovely little shiny marigolds

And I suppose that I will never be exposed

To the lovely blooms between those who choose

I am behind

I am behind

Never mind will I pine

For I am mine

I am behind

I am behind

And never mind will I pine

For I am mine

I am behind

I am mine

I am behind

I am mine

Oh never mind will I pine

For I am mine