So this is pillow talk
everything's got a name
shivering in the sweatshops
but I love you all the same
up north they tell you
I'm messed up in the head
spontaneous living beats
kissing up to the living dead
maybe I don't keep
a fleet of high end cars
and I'm sometimes known
to sleep under the stars
I'm rich in feeling
you can't classify or rank
I give you 100 percent
that's money in the bank
it can be a struggle
watching the water's rise
you just want to snuggle
it would be like paradise
pleasing you can seem
a little Rube Goldberg-esque
there's unfinished business
waiting for me at the desk
take me to the cleaners
get your last nickel's worth
leave no stone unturned
manifold treasures to unearth
I don't keep a list
of remittances to be paid
as long as I'm with you
I'm sleeping in the shade
you're rich in compassion
it's precious and its rare
I've searched the world over
to find that you still care.
The World Over
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Re: The World Over
An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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