A deal is a deal babe!
A rich kid playing broke not much money
But something did seem somewhat out of place
He could tell a tall tale look me square in the face
Being a kid from a broken home he had a cool ride
On a hang glider I felt lucky he would freely confide
What seems not quite right might trick ya
Doesn't add up to the proper table wine
Why has never given an anwser to time
Deep roots planted in feverish nights
Take the deal if his heat drops by
What seems not quiet right might trick ya
What I thought was his run of the mill
Pulled up by his bootstraps my bitter pill
But something did seem to make a little sense
The sun poured bright as his fog rained dense
Being a kid from a broken home he had a cool ride
On a hang glider I felt lucky he would freely confide
What I thought was a joke wasn't funny
A rich kid playing broke not much money
But something did seem somewhat out of place
He could tell a tall tale look me square in the face
What seems not quite right might trick ya
Doesn't add up to the proper table wine
Why has never given as anwser to time
Deep roots planted in feverish nights
Take the deal if his heat drops by
What seems not quite right might trick ya
Copyright, Nina Lee coauthor Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2013-03-13 at 23:36
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WHAT SEEMS NOT QUITE RIGHT (MIGHT TRICK YA)
What I thought was a joke wasn't funnyA rich kid playing broke not much money
But something did seem somewhat out of place
He could tell a tall tale look me square in the face
Being a kid from a broken home he had a cool ride
On a hang glider I felt lucky he would freely confide
What seems not quite right might trick ya
Doesn't add up to the proper table wine
Why has never given an anwser to time
Deep roots planted in feverish nights
Take the deal if his heat drops by
What seems not quiet right might trick ya
What I thought was his run of the mill
Pulled up by his bootstraps my bitter pill
But something did seem to make a little sense
The sun poured bright as his fog rained dense
Being a kid from a broken home he had a cool ride
On a hang glider I felt lucky he would freely confide
What I thought was a joke wasn't funny
A rich kid playing broke not much money
But something did seem somewhat out of place
He could tell a tall tale look me square in the face
What seems not quite right might trick ya
Doesn't add up to the proper table wine
Why has never given as anwser to time
Deep roots planted in feverish nights
Take the deal if his heat drops by
What seems not quite right might trick ya
Copyright, Nina Lee coauthor Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
Poetry by Nina Lee
Read 680 times
Written on 2013-03-13 at 23:36
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