Lord, it be great to find a place we could escape sometime Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside. Sit back and watch the world go by. Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust We tried the world, good God, it wasnt for us. Shes gonna save me, Call me baby, Run her hands through my hair Shell know me crazy, Soothe me daily Better yet she wouldnt care Well steal her Lexus, Be detectives, Ride round picking up clues Well name our children Jackie and Wilson, Raise em on rhythm and blues.
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 05:45:57 +0000
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