Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul
You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools
You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve seen just a glimpse of God You’ve been Her all along
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs
Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
