Tuesday 2 December 2008

deperate eyes

Must remember, to make
A mental marker, of your position.
The way you look at me,
I know I'm in there,
Because of how you continue to stare.
I need a visual marker for recognition,
Just look for the girl
With the desperate eyes.
We watch you all grace the dancefloor
Separated by us, the sheep dogs,
To find our own fluffy cute lamb,
And giving the mutton
To our friend keith dutton

The things we do to try and score
To take home for some bam bam.
If im honest, to myself,
I can do better, no offence.
Return to the back-burner,
Hopeful number two,
I have got my reserve sticker on you.
Woman that will make my heart seize,
Who is a little better
Than what you have

We watch you all grace the dancefloor,
Separated by us, the sheep dogs,
To find our own fluffy cute lamb,
And giving the mutton
To our friend Keith Dutton.

The things we do to try and score,
To take home for some bam bam.
The sidelines, stand there
Lost, like a long forgotten substitute.
You get out there for your
Share of the attention.
Take a risk for some love retention,
This place full of ill gained disrepute
Here we look scanning,
Across the dance-floor

We watch you all grace the dance-floor
Separated by us, the sheep dogs,
To find our own fluffy cute lamb,
And giving the mutton
To our friend Keith Dutton
The things we do to try and score,
To take home for some bam bam.
I'm desperate, one final
Sweep to see if there are any takers,
Nothing interest in me,
I return your gone,
You were someone else's number one.
I'll take anything now, even those fakers
Alone, the lights flick on,
At the end of this final song.

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