Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me