Let Me Sing

It's two o'clock
My mind's shot
The train outside
Steams in the hot

My baby please
Don't move, at ease
Just wait a while
For a little breeze

When the man
With gun in hand
Comes in to town
We'll laugh at him

So let me sing
My baby's king
And don't worry
About a thing

Worry me, in and out
Scream it loud, scream and shout
Don't worry about us two
We'll make it out, we always do

Worry me, out and in
No more troubles round the bend
Bend's a corner with no name
Tell me, babe, we'll be the same



Tell me, babe, we'll make it out
'N I'll tell you what it's about



Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 499 times
Written on 2007-02-09 at 01:10

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