Waiting for the train

 

Could have been the boat 

The word caught up in my throat.

Dipping waves of honey.

Haven’t got the money to by a ticket back.

Honey I’m on the attack. I told you.

I ‘d spin around with you.

Buy another shoe to match what you wear.

 I know that you don’t care, but I do.

It’s something neat I feel.

Yapping down the street is real

When honey, I move along with you,

You know I do. I surely do.

Come on, don’t creep me out

Or wear me out.

It’s all about

Going round with you.