just a little poem about boredom.
Baby time goes slow
in the wintertime
So we've got to get out of the house
and find us
something to do
me and you
Baby me and you
I know its chilly and cold
but just as long
as we've got some living
in us
we'll never grow old
So come on baby lets
get out of the house
me and you
Baby me and you
Baby lets get out of the house
and find us something to do
Baby we're just wasting our
precious time
Lets get out
Smell some roses drink some wine
Baby lets get out of the house
and don't tell nobody where we're going
Wake up baby
I hear that old rooster crowing!
Poetry by Dorsey Baker
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Written on 2015-11-15 at 14:17
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Baby Lets Get Out Of The House
Baby lets get out of the houseBaby time goes slow
in the wintertime
So we've got to get out of the house
and find us
something to do
me and you
Baby me and you
I know its chilly and cold
but just as long
as we've got some living
in us
we'll never grow old
So come on baby lets
get out of the house
me and you
Baby me and you
Baby lets get out of the house
and find us something to do
Baby we're just wasting our
precious time
Lets get out
Smell some roses drink some wine
Baby lets get out of the house
and don't tell nobody where we're going
Wake up baby
I hear that old rooster crowing!
Poetry by Dorsey Baker
Read 501 times
Written on 2015-11-15 at 14:17
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