Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Only Thing Missing is a Margarita

Summer's here, been here, been there,
it's refreshing like a dip in the hot tub,
your sweet lovin' might be what I need,
dig it when our hips roll like sailboats
out on the horizon, our future's out on
the horizon, the road we're tripping on
hot pavement, car's in cruise control,
somethin' to drink to, somethin' to go to,
the air is hot and so be you.

Shroud the stars with your underwear
lost under my bed, don't even attempt
to find it 'cus skeletons be climbing out
the closet, keeping your head when you're
giving me head, let's give the bed and our
clothes a shed, girl, please, you ain't got
a monopoly on livin' like royalty,
the bourgeois dream, proletariat's scene,
meds on the counter and your car's in the shop,
while we're here your head be spinning like a top,
thinkin' hip hop can save you, but here's
the rub princess, witness the right hand of love
when push comes to shove, gonna push you
under the bus if you ain't careful, alright,
I'm sick of giving you this earful, just be mind-
ful and insightful and you'll be good to go,
sit back, relax, enjoy the show.


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