I gave my love a cherry
That had a lovely stone
She took said pit
And blindly spit
Directly at my bone
I winced with pain and agony
For the love of my life you see
Had hit the spot, that was so hot
So thus the wenched has damaged me
i call these two ones i did my sour grape moments.....
I go high, when the jiggy-man cries
Lovin’ strife laced with coconut pies
Half a step here to the fore
Catchin’ myself goin’ out the door
I am forever in the arms of a soldier man
Hup one, two, three so I thank you Dan
I am forever up and down, tumblin’ frown makes me smile
Hello left to the right oh god! I’m gonna die…
You said that purple mountains wave
I stroll through the empty graves
The lonely cold stones beckon me
Whispering sounds that threaten me
I am forever fumblin’ for words to say
A fever of the mind that fills my day
I am forever wondering, wandering the cloudy sky
Hello left to the right oh god! I’m gonna die…
Here I am
Wondering what you’re gonna do
I’ve a plan
That don’t necessarily included you
And when the haze in my eyes begins to lift
I realize that you were never my gift
So like the road that leads me there
I’ve come to my find my soul is bare
Do me, sue me, oh man I’ve got to say
Who do you think will come my way
The sounds of boom-boom shaka-laka in my room
We’ll make love in the darkening gloom
Here I am
Smokin’ and not getting’ high
I’ve a plan
That ain’t gonna make you cry, cry, cry
And so the haze has come and gone from me
The blue and red idol of my yesteryear
A song to sing of only yesterday
There is no one left for me to even care
definately a winner for the idiocy award....BUT HEY!
Wait for the corner to turn around
Wait for the rope to come unbound
I’ve got a feeling down below me there
It stirs the feelings but no one cares
My friend rises to your abrasive touch
It wilts for sure when you do me much
I yearn for something that’s bound to be
A whole lotta nothing but agony
To thrust the mind goin’ in and out
The sweat of my youth will likely burst and spout
What I’ve got left is nothing more
Than a night with a lonely bore
Give me wine and drink my lovely dove
When my hand is curled and balled to shove
The inner moisture that seeps on me
Hold on girl, I’ve got to pee
Last edited by Fëanor on Jun 20th, 2005 at 04:40 AM