Tattoos in Mayberry

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Why isn't there any more room left
 in your heart
Most beautiful one of them all

When you can't be found
My whole world falls apart
Most beautiful one of them all

It would sadden me greatly
like a bridesmaid with daisies
if you ever told me you loved me not
Now, I won't get my fill
having lost my free will
to the most beautiful one of them all

I'll send a quick cable
as soon as I'm able
 to the most beautiful one of them all

In it, I'll tell you I'm fine
while losing my mind 
to the most beautiful one of them all

For a peck on the lips
you packed a helluva  kiss.
I thought I felt everything
til I felt this
Whatever the stakes
I just can't resist
the most beautiful one of them all

Nearly died by the phone
awaiting your call
most beautiful one of them all

Where there could be a door
there's no entrance at all 
to the most beautiful one of them all

Though shaken and nervous
I'm still thick in your service
where but here
could this have led
from the start
When I tried walking your horses
before hitching my cart
to the most beautiful one of them all


Is that why there isn't any more room
left in your heart
Most beautiful one
of them all

My one and my only
must we be apart
Most beautiful
one of them all

No fire's so bright
I'd rather lose
than not fight
For your Sunspots of neon
Starshine at moonlight
You are what always and still
gets me through cold lonely, nights
Most beautiful one of them all
.
Tell me why there isn't any more room left
 in your heart
Most beautiful one of them all.

When you can't be found
whole worlds falls apart
Most beautiful one of them all.

It saddened me greatly 
like a bridesmaid with daisies
when you told me you loved me not.
Now, that I won't get my fill
I have lost my free will 
to the most beautiful one of them all.

Chorus:
It's hard to feed a flower child in need,
It's hard to heal a flower child ]
with word or deed
I still think we should meet
it could be discreet.
I'd love a live performance of your moves on the street.
Flower child
because you're beautiful indeed.
When will you concede, we're all very needful
. Flower child.
It's so hard to free a flower child in word and in deed.
You're beautiful to me, flower child.
but, oh how that hole burns up inside you
a hole filled up by need
.Flower child in word
as well as a flower child in deed..
How hard to be a flower child
who is so beautiful to me.
Painfully,hysterically
insanely,.in vainly beautiful 
It's why I'm pushin' for a meet and greet.
I could be discrete
I love both how and what
you move on the street
It grinds me too hard to be a flower child,
this close to taste ,
yourcherry sweet lips, feel you're warm, loving' embrace.
I get hard with the need to feed a.Flower child,, 
 in word and deed .
i've got better than words of candy.
Or promises of great actions or deeds.
I know you've told me before.
It's so hard to be
a flower child in need.
If you want to feed  a flower child
you have to be discrete..
It's hard to feed a little garden
flower child
they're far to tasty not to eat.
It's hard to see a flower child
in word and in deed.
I don't know If my old tattered reputation will collapse.
It's hard to feed a flower child
in need.
Whatever you need.
I can provide it once or even once in a while.
But, on a daily basis.
I'd say don't count on me.
I'm a slacker, irresponsible.
I get suckered by the big game
A sucker for a suckers bet.
I throw rats at arrows.
I'm easily distracted
misguided and seduced.
I love the big con.
And, like most other kind people like you.
Go for the bait, hook line and sinker
even though, I know ahead of time
I'll  be reeled in and filleted like a fish.
I must have a death wish.
Maybe I'll lie down and die right here.
Death has come on too slowly.
I don't quite remember when dark clouds
and shadows began mocking me
sitting perched high on my shoulder. Pecking and whispering
venom in my ears.
Oh, you have been and continue to be
a very different love love song melody. 
You offer 
A hell of a bang of a ballad, 
a Coda
a coda
 an ending
You suckered and wooed me in
like few could ever do.
You are a line caster,
puppet master
Mistress of the darkest darkness.
a comedians' tragedian
a.
muse.
who gets suckered by the big game
win place and show.
It's all that you know.
It's ok...
To be another worker bee,
an ant,a sap
whose been duped.
join the club,
we've been reduced
and seduced, domesticated into an anthill.
Check your coordinates and let's  you and I  pull out all the stops
have a boat load of fun while we can...

.


"Buddy Bee Anthony"

Copyright 2011 November 30th
All rights reserved ' as is' by this author.


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