Dear Prudence,
Tell me why you won’t see me. Help! I want to hold your hand eight days a week.
Do you want to know a secret? The night before yesterday I lost my little girl.
Oh, darling, please, please me. I’m down.
Back in the USSR, she came in through the bathroom window. (Those were the days). I saw her standing there.
“Come and get it,” she said, she said. Well, I should have known better. Can’t buy me love.
My sweet Lord, how do you do it, girl? I’m happy just to dance with you. We can work it out with a little help from my friends.
Wild honey Pie, drive my car – here there and every where – across the universe -any time at all!
I want to tell you something; it don’t come easy living in the material world.. In spite of all the danger, I wanna be your man.
Dig it? Little child, I’m so tired, can’t you take me back? While my guitar gently weeps for no one – I’ll cry instead. Isn’t it a pity?
I’m looking through you from a window. Step inside love. I’ll keep you satisfied, I will.
Don’t let me down, don’t pass me by – not a second time. When I’m sixty-four, why don’t we do it in the road?
(I’ve got a feeling, your mother should know – she`s a woman.)
My love, with a little luck, I’ll follow the sun like dreamers do.
All my loving,
You know my name (look up the number)
P.S. I love you.
THE END
Footnote: Let it be known that Prudence, eventually, did get back. She responded simply with one word: IMAGINE
Walter, the youngest of six, is now a happily married mother of one working as a medical biller for Newtown Professional Billing.
