Everyday...
By Jinaki
Move, move, move Is the word As if you did nothing all day N' you can't even be heard Like havin' an urk on your shoulder that you can't jerk But still find yourself faithfully at work My, my, my Is the word As if one has never seen golden brown skin With eyes so big They make your head spin With hair so corse and such a curvacious gleam N' with beauty so tough Everything else is extreme Listen, listen, listen Is the word Open ya' ears n' close your mouth Time for one to selectively listen To all that's about to come out N' whatever it's about Surely there's probably nothin' you can do Except survive by the rule of... Live n' let live Cause that's all you can really do Everyday Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 08:16 AM PST 0 • 9
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Move, move, move..."