Floating away is my heart, to a far far land of exotic women, Stimulating clouds of words I send to her, the special one, with seductive bliss, Kisses fall like rain drops from my lips to hers and all over her body very tastefully, For the moment is right, the Sun is bright, and smiling upon our love & beauty.
I poked her on facebook, trying to get at her wall,
I tweeted her on her twitter, she blocked me because I didn’t have any balls,
I guess she didn’t like my smiley face, or maybe it was my eyes,
For they were laid on her profile pics all over her thighs,
In disguise I saw her on Instagram filtering pics away,
I am was happy to see her in a new light,
Maybe she will finally come out to play,
All I wanted was a reblog, or retweet, or maybe even a share,
It’s just the life as a striving music artist,
In love trying to survive in the city of tears.
Staring at me like I stole your cookie,
Then again you wouldn’t know because I’m no rookie,
I train hard to deflect your advances,
Big boy to everyone see me in my big boy pants,
I celebrate in a dance, I see you watching,
I try to disappear, but your eye continue without you stopping.
I am working for a living, give me money off the books,
The IRS is on my ass, but the government are crooks,
I use to read paperbacks, but I am on e-book on my kindle,
I stare to outside from my cabin, living life through my window.
No need to duck and hide,
You are too short for this ride,
You need to grow up a bit,
Do some digging, gaining some inches,
For you will not be having any fun,
No rides for you enjoy, sticking out your tongue,
So don’t you quarrel or fight,
You are just not tall enough for this ride.
Ummm you behind him, you look cute, you can get on the ride…ummm can I get your number?
Q: Has that ever happen to you, we’re you ever too short to get on a ride you wanted to?