(2014)
I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
You cant judge a book By its cover they say But you pick a flower By what looks best that day I lay outside and ask
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan
I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes
whats that you say I cant read lips Oh wait I’m blind Sometimes Even I forget
I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…
No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will
Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
Never go to the circus You wont return the same My image is ruined and a tent is to blame I entered fit
