The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Seite 44

The Ooooo’s

It's the trace of you, added with the taste of you,

But still I keep misplacing you,

Therefore now I'm chasing you,

Soon I will be facing you,

Yet confused...........

So now here comes the booze,

Which causes emotions to ooze,

And I commence to singing the blues,

Mentally pictured like tattoos,

Wondering why it's you I choose,

But it's so hard to walk in these shoes,

Mind blown like a safety fuse,

Didn't get to see the news,

So I don't know the reviews,

I just didn't have a clue,

I was stuck to you like glue,

So mentally I grew,

And physically too,

But now you colder than the flu,

Still tasteful like fondue,

But only tasted by few,

Wetter than the mornings dew,

So I love it when you pass through,

And as long as you stay true,

Everyday is a debut,

Because you stop crowds like brake shoes,

So if you snooze you lose,

And I won't be abusing you,

Cause I can tap on heads like duck duck goose,

Or tap on heads like lemon juice and Grey goose,

Because you can always call a truce,

And when we make love in the booth,

I'm rejuvenated like the fountain of youth,

I spit you out like a loose tooth,

But devour you like chocolate mousse,

And sometimes I let you seduce,

Reach back in time like Osiris and Zeus,

That's why so many stay confused,

All from the words I choose,

But there's just no describing you,

I become alive in you,

It's like every time I dive in you,

And strive in you,

I learn how to survive in you,