Cold winter night and I'm free,
to say what I wish and do as I please.
The crowd in my thoughts,
lighters weave to the live beat.
Whilst they throw roses to my feet.
My eyes glance to the rhytm of her dance.
I take a good look, and see it's glance.
Polished leather boots, white-golden fur.
She smiles back, and knows that I lover her.
(Ooooooooooooo)
It's my doggone lover.
Christmas time, turkey time,
put on your warm top coats.
Dance to music, open crackers.
Do as you please,
whatever happens just happens.
For a reason.
If you don't love,
it is treason.
Don't make me offend my lover.
She smiles back, and knows that I lover her.
(Ooooooooooooo)
It's my doggone lover.
Sing baby sing.
Happy thanksgiving
Merry Christmas.
ABC Tales
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Comments
Beeme | November 28, 2009 - 19:51
I really enjoyed this. Some beautiful lines:
'If you don't love,
it is treason.
Don't make me offend my lover.
She smiles back, and knows that I lover her.'
Although its early,
merry christmas
and happy thanksgiving ;-)
Beeme xx