Monday, November 16, 2009

danger song

There once was a man
That cried like a child
He escaped and he ran
But the burn wasn’t mild

Then there was a girl
That was frothy and spoiled
Though aware of the world
He said, “Listen, child-

I’d slice up the moon
If you needed me to-
You’ve got a harpoon
That’s caught me right through
It’s the things that you do,
The things that you do,
I’m just not immune
To the things that you do”

She held onto her breath
In result of her fear
With a hand on his chest
And one more on a beer

Though clothing was scarce
And the kitchen got hot
She said she was scared
Though she liked him a lot

“I can’t hold a tune
But see what I can do
I’ll sing to you, croon,
Til you beg me not to.
It’s the things that you do,
The things that you do
I’m just not immune
To the things that you do”

She begged to move slow,
She was scared of the fast
But in the after glow
Those words didn’t last

She could feel her heat flip
From hot back to cold
For she tried not to slip
Into ways of the old

"It’s the things that you do
The things that you do
I’m just not immune
To the things that you do."

1 comment:

Anna Wallace said...

um. oh my god. this is gorgeous darling. i wish i had talent like you.

and yes! i would really love to sneak blanca home. we could have so many lovely adventures together.