What's left..
Rusting in the mud
is just spit
from where you
think she goes
Makes no sense
to the pole
Who's tied to her
Or who plays the
Role..
Just as long
as you're thinking
about the girl
Who's God what
God just looking
for food to feed
the soul
Strike the hot iron
Before it get's
too cold
Sing about what
makes you come
in truth or
unreality
Press your lips
Swing those hips
Is it you who's
really stopping me
Make's no difference
who's coming after me
Just as long
as your thinking
about the girl..
By Rick Weber
September 15, 2011
copywritten
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