The dance floor called
So I picked up the phone
I told them I’m coming
And it won’t be long
‘Til I burn the place down
Like Nero in Rome
And I’ll do it all night
I don’t want to go home
No rest for the wicked
So I just keep going
What’s it like to be tired?
I wouldn’t be knowing
They call me Bob Gibson
‘Cause I just keep throwing
I married the game
Dedication keeps showing
Never See You Again I'll never see you again We said it would be until the end I don't know why I don't know when But I'll never see you again How could we be so far apart We were so in love At the start But time passes by And we go Our separate ways And you...
Poetry Is Life Poetry is not a serious business Or at least it shouldn't be It's too raw It can't be put into a suit And told to show up at 9:00 It must be taken as it is Naked and beautiful For all the world to see A person's soul on full display The great...
Next To You What must I do To get me next to you I miss you, it's true There's nothing we can't do Our dogs will be there, too We won't need shirts or shoes I'll feel like I can't lose When it's me next to you ...
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