Saturday, September 25, 2010

Don't nobody know what they
mean when they talk about love!

They mean they own it they
stole it they shot it
they hung it they bought it
they paid for it they
trapped it they cooked it
they ate it
the got if for christmas and then
re-wrapped it

Broke it smashed it

(but that ain't how I feel about her)

I let her come up as sunrise
and I let her settle in as moonlight
when I run in the forest she runs with me

when I drive to my rock n roll on the highway
she rolls with me

(when I eat my cake she eats it with me)

and I like her just a little bit more
(than anything)

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