The surf today is like one big washing machine; more chop than a karate class and more nasty white caps than a KKK meeting. So I’m in the studio again for 10/365 of my personal journey through the genres.

Thanks to BOCrew (your hot girl)
for such a lovely comfortable bed to lay on while I fried up some white fleshed fish sole.

Here’s the words, the pell is here.

“Won’t you Stop - playing with my heart just cause your HOT)”

I told you once
or twice
or was I much too nice?
that my work that you splice
has my head up in a spin

Now I’ve been paying the price
for the love that we made
now with my boots
you are walkn
swimming ‘neath your waves

So won’t you stop
play’n with my heart
just cause your hot
known’ we’ve been steady
now were not
going crazy baby
from the top

ummmm
you better believe
you better believe me girl

I guess I had to be crazy
a kaleidoscope thru dreams
but now our loves getting hazy
been burstn at the seams
and just one answer to me baby
in my moves were gettn light
if our time to show lately
tainted apple did I bite

tear the pages
out of my little black book
feel that times are changn
don’t know where else to look
oh

Your love was out there free ranging
but it didn’t know to stop
I had my clothes rearranging
my bubble you did pop
if only I could have knew
in your bed Fifth Avenue
that my heart could take it
playing games with you

won’t you stop
play’n with my heart
just cause your hot
known’ we’ve been steady
now were not
going crazy baby
from the top

ummmm
You better believe me darln
better believe me girl
how’d I get mixed up in your freaky world
hey
so don’t you stop
stop
just stop!

Scomber 2009
asongaday 10/365