Little Lamb - ILYA

Hold me close my little lamb

Fortune favours the brave and I love you so much

But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind

Are the very ones I didn’t want to find

Secretly the past comes in

Poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad

And the lifer in the prison of your heart

Is the very one to tear our love apart

O why did I pick the weakest rose

Why did I plant a blood red vine

Why do I hate the thing I chose?

And call-a bad man mine

And call-a bad man mine

I wonder now maybe it’s over

But I can’t stand the sight of you looking unhappy

But the idler in the factory of your eyes

Is the only one I truly now despise

O Why did I pick the weakest rose

Why did I plant a blood red vine

Why do I hate the thing I chose?

And call a bad man mine

And call a bad man mine

And call a bad man mine

And call a bad man mine