Hi there, friend.
Whoever you are you're living my dream.
You have a wife and kids
That's it.
You are fit and healthy.
No, not too wealthy but you're rich.
You got time for art
Time to love
Time to work but work
Work is on the back burner
Your stove is only to heat up the passion
Your bedroom passion
Love is your life
A perfect novel that puts a tear in your eyes
That's the latest fashion
And you're up on it
You smile always
You smile at memories
The smell of old notebook pages
Pages that hold the scent of your soul
and you're living my dream
You know?
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Hi there, friend.
Whoever you are you're living my dream.
You have a wife and kids
That's it.
You are fit and healthy.
No, not too wealthy but you're rich.
You got time for art
Time to love
Time to work but work
Work is on the back burner
Your stove is only to heat up the passion
Your bedroom passion
Love is your life
A perfect novel that puts a tear in your eyes
That's the latest fashion
And you're up on it
You smile always
You smile at memories
The smell of old notebook pages
Pages that hold the scent of your soul
and you're living my dream
You know?
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