Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Front Seat


She sits on the front seat
Linger long on front seat
Her hair is long
She moves like a song
Her smile is like a knife that is recently sharpened
I know there is nothing that can happen

She sits on the front seat
Linger long on front seat
Her name is music
Her steps fall in rhythm  
She has wisdom and she knows what to do
She has me and she has you


  • - My version of Jim's Love street

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