Free spirit that you are
Of luxurious yachts, of the back seats of cars.
And i worshipped the ground your feet have felt
You pull me to you and undo my belt
And tells me she thinks of my name
When she's with someone else
She's coming over, one can only dream
I knew a 4 leaf clover,
who could scream
Im happy to have pleased
It matters to me
That she don't see
That I could be…
Happy…
With just the night
sleeping next to something tight.
A little something in my sight
A little something who likes to bite
Easy on the eyes, soft and light
I ask if I can have her
And she says
Yeah. Allright.
And it's a good night
good morning
nothing's keeping the birds from forming
an orchestra of song
and words roll of the tongue
Were talking one one one
and we're having fun
and maybe see how it grows
and until we disclose
why were both here
let the intention be clear
that I find you intresting
that why I'm listening
I ask if you write
With your left or your right
And so I'll try
Questions for insight
and I'm waiting for a reply,
yeah,
I'm that guy....
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