Not entirely crazy though a teensy bit insane
outside in the daylight, my mind runs as clear as rain.
I took the test they gave me to find a compatible fellow
Roses are red, Violets are blue, but my heart is screaming yellow.
I bottled up my beeswax, showered off the gloom
hello fresh air and sunshine, come pouring through my room.
Started talking to a stranger, not the average Joe
wait until I meet him, the only way to know.
Yarrow is a color, I heard the Asian mutter
held the petals 'neath my chin to see if I like butter.
An over-ripe banana, brown speckled, getting soft
waitin' for his perfect match, the others he has scoffed.
Not easily misguided, he won't buy into hype
Perfect match confided, he's not the risky type.
Yellow is not fade proof, it washes out in time
hang your heart out here to dry, wind blows it off the line.
Whatever is the point here, of how she done you wrong
your history's no matter to me, it's always the same old song
No longer scared, just waiting, been down around the block
I've hopscotched all these sidewalks, know the cracks and saved my chalk
Today I am feeling ready, tomorrow I'm bleeding blue
orange you glad I'm yellow, a bright and crazy hue?
I don't need no internet, or men to entertain
just read my lips and bring some chips
I'll meet you at the train....
Just read my chin
and hold the gin
I'll meet you at the train!
read my mail
and go to jail
I'll meet you at the train!
read my book
and take a look
I'll meet you at the train!
leave your momma
and hold that comma
I'll meet you at the train!
and if by chance
you like to dance
I'll meet you at the train.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Not entirely crazy though a teensy bit insane
outside in the daylight, my mind runs as clear as rain.
I took the test they gave me to find a compatible fellow
Roses are red, Violets are blue, but my heart is screaming yellow.
I bottled up my beeswax, showered off the gloom
hello fresh air and sunshine, come pouring through my room.
Started talking to a stranger, not the average Joe
wait until I meet him, the only way to know.
Yarrow is a color, I heard the Asian mutter
held the petals 'neath my chin to see if I like butter.
An over-ripe banana, brown speckled, getting soft
waitin' for his perfect match, the others he has scoffed.
Not easily misguided, he won't buy into hype
Perfect match confided, he's not the risky type.
Yellow is not fade proof, it washes out in time
hang your heart out here to dry, wind blows it off the line.
Whatever is the point here, of how she done you wrong
your history's no matter to me, it's always the same old song
No longer scared, just waiting, been down around the block
I've hopscotched all these sidewalks, know the cracks and saved my chalk
Today I am feeling ready, tomorrow I'm bleeding blue
orange you glad I'm yellow, a bright and crazy hue?
I don't need no internet, or men to entertain
just read my lips and bring some chips
I'll meet you at the train....
Just read my chin
and hold the gin
I'll meet you at the train!
read my mail
and go to jail
I'll meet you at the train!
read my book
and take a look
I'll meet you at the train!
leave your momma
and hold that comma
I'll meet you at the train!
and if by chance
you like to dance
I'll meet you at the train.
Celebration 10 years and 350 lbs. of Pure Poetic Pleasure.
