tedious

infamous killer filler of the passion and grasp em when you grab them cuz i dont think they can really fathom what we got. take a shot in the dark, a stride down the park, and lurk at the jokes who blows smokes and smurks cuz those to fail to belive are just jerks. i nod in agreeance and pass blessing to the highest bein and seein you do those things you do make me just......damn.

i contemplate the melody to uphold the rivalry against the everlasting nausious, cauious methods to make the great feel faint since im the newest true guru, schedule an appointment and let my words swim through you. slither like a snake attach like a leech, i form a non compatible speech that speaks to the hearts that screetch from lost parts of the soul light up a bowl, and throw all cares to wind, never fear im here to defend and mend that broken heart.

your past lover did you wrong, your much more than a casual silhouette thong, gentle kisses accompanied by a cool breeze, freeze that frame picture perfect, took a day off simply cuz your worth it, jerk it, slurp it, workin up the courage to make our love surface, ill admit, im kind of a nervous pervous, a tad bit pervy, better hurry, times runnin out, master scout to scoop out the best route that leads to our private getaway, get. a.way. from here.

all i wanna hear is sounds of the waves mash with your skin, blissful, so kissable, intangible, lets do the unthinkable, and sink to the bottom of the potion, enough lovin to fill the red ocean. red sea it be but i'll take a quick break if need be, but feel free to kneel and gasp for air, never fair in this self world but..girl.

oh.girl.

doo-bop

skit skat, pitter-pat, slap the pavement jack, its all about the hype and jive, once again left on 52nd street to move and play the blues, skip to the lou my darling, its gonna be a lovely day.

i move down the promenade to wrap arms around polls and take strolls down memory lane, this doo wop and beat bop has me feeling just a little bit, calmer than I've been and right now I'm all down to the hip skip to the lou my darling, its gonna be a lovely day.

its all that jazz man! that jazz man plays it so well i pray he never ends, string of the cords, thumb the bass blended melody fills my heart with much needed grace and boy oh boy i feel the need to skip to the lou my darling, its gonna be a lovely day.