I like your smile and your
fingertips
I like the way you move your
hips
I like the cool way baby that
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 move me
strong and slow
I'm taking you with me when
I go
Life is sad, life is a bust
All you can do is so what
you must
You do what you must do and
do it well
I'll do it for you baby, can't
you tell
I've been weak and strong like
an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear
like smoke
Friends will arrive and friends
will disappear
I'll do it for you baby because
you're near
Buckets of rain, buckets of
tears
Got all them buckets coming
out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams are in
my hands
You got all the love honey
that I can stand
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |