Your kisses always at the wrong time
Your smell, the cheesy pick-up lines
And I hate it when you're angry
But I love your taste so tangy, Rolling Stone you turn me on
You're sense of humor no one gets
Makes me giggle and you can bet
I wonder where the hell this is coming from.
What makes you think that I would listen to you?
To fetch your bear, pick up your shoes
Let you change the channel on the television all the time
When after all that old damn TV is mine
Why do I let you slap my ass every day?
Allow you to sleep afternoons and Sundays?
Because your kisses are always the wrong time
Your smell, the cheesy pick-up lines
And I hate it when you're angry
But I love your taste so tangy, Rolling Stone you turn me on
You're sense of humor no one gets
Makes me giggle and you can bet
I wonder where the hell this is coming from.
I traded the castle for the bus
Even when you're touring it's just us
I can't believe you're everything I don't need
Mother warned, my sister cried, Daddy pleaded
But I can't lie
I can't believe I fell for this again
Bad boy, you're my everything.
I wonder where the hell this comes from
But baby, that's the time you turn me on
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
