Please, please, I don't wanna go!
Like it or not, likening it more than not
I go tickled and hot right up to the booth
to pay the dues I hate to pay. No more after today
Gosh, it's so roller coaster, it takes your breath away
Can you dig where I'm coming from?
You can? Poor you, poorer me.
Is there no one to reprove me but myself?
Back from the soiree,
feeling glum and self despised,
I hear the voice of Three;
"You got a problem? Just don't go."
Easy to say but how do I stop?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment