7/28/05

silly me, or is it me bein silly?

crazy lady creeps the weak who can't speak
red blushes seen on her peach cheeks unique
queeeen i ain't seen you in a minute
that's why this thumb war of love...
i can't seem to win it
forget it!
you ain't need to steal my heart
it's already yours
so come what may
come august
come june the moon blooms true blue for you
ribbons in the sky tied in knots with butterflies
my stomach is when i think of you
lean it back or maybe just rock a way
your eyes they lead my astray
you're more than just a pretty face
you got a mind i'd die to hide in
with a spirit that makes me wanna give chase
racin fast my heart's runnin
but i can't escape
you're the air that i breathe
with you around who won't believe in a higher bein
your pressence is divinity's essence
to which i surrender in acquiescence
but sometimes i'm not sure what i'm sayin
or how i meant this
so make me your apprentice
but i ain't like anakin
i wanna be more akin to the shamans or a priestess
so i can commune with your nature
and be one with your kind
but the truth is ain't nothin worse than love that's blind