Random thoughts written down and picked over


Do you think you’ve got what it takes
To write a book about tomorrow
Great new meaning from the bottom of your bag
Mispelt words bringing on sorrow

Cappuccino warriors foaming at the mouth
Picking up the pieces running down the road
Trapped in passion covered in regrets
Sticking up a finger at the ruling class
Someones in the courthouse trying to justify
The reason why it happened and the price of bread
Back to basics back to back
The only way of leavings in a body bag

Do you think you’re beautiful
Do you think that you’re sincere
Are you the humble one
While in the presence of your peers

Jalapeno converts sucking in a row
Everyones a winner baby don’t you know
Eating with my fingers sucking off the juice
Waiting for a taxi to get me back to you
Rough at the edges with a feminine smile
Still wearing shorts and still just a child
Bobbys on the tv advertising junk
Its not exactly beautiful slimy to the touch

Oh I’ve got to get away to a friday feeling
Leaving for the country in a two toned car
Big hugs little touch tongues in turmoil
How did we ever manage to get this far

A little bit of mystery is what we need
A cloak and dagger scandal and some Black Eyed Peas