Dippin the pole
looking for bites
not the bad kind, ya know
spirits taking their toll
fishing the night
alone I am, at the show
Pushing my bait
patience in spades
playin tease, with my rod
not waiting for fate
wearin my shades
but not a nibble, how odd
I like em wild
and I like em free
maybe a little, unhinged
no fight that's mild
as heated degrees
slightly and somewhat, I'm singed
Give me a look
we'll meet in the middle
a simple, bedded wish
baby' we'll cook
solving the riddles
angling, for crazy fish
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Dippin the pole
looking for bites
not the bad kind, ya know
spirits taking their toll
fishing the night
alone I am, at the show
Pushing my bait
patience in spades
playin tease, with my rod
not waiting for fate
wearin my shades
but not a nibble, how odd
I like em wild
and I like em free
maybe a little, unhinged
no fight that's mild
as heated degrees
slightly and somewhat, I'm singed
Give me a look
we'll meet in the middle
a simple, bedded wish
baby' we'll cook
solving the riddles
angling, for crazy fish
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