I've been meek, and hard like
an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear
like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends
will disappear
If you want me, honey baby
I'll be here
I like the smile in your fingertips
I like the way that you move
your hips
I like the cool way you look
at me
Everything about you is bringing
me misery
Little red wagon, little red
bike
I ain't no monkey but I know
what I like
I like the way you love me
strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey
baby when I go
Life is sad, life is a bust
All you can do is do what
you must
You do what you must do, and
you do it well
I'll do it for you, honey
baby can't you tell?
Marco Giunco |
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