- Jan 18, 2004
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Hot under the collar
Steaming from the mid-section
Cold feet won't let me move
Let me open my nostrils just to catch her air
Her hair is rope, I wish I could pull it to share a narrow line in her face Her stare is quick but remains in mind like a first kiss
Her Fruit like sweetness consumes my belly full
If I could touch her smile forever with my eyes closed I will never forget how to kiss her
I want to be a love run-on sentence, non-stop, until our punctuations are declared by our path
I'm afraid to mistreat her, scar her, degrade her or devalue her
I think I will pass her by until I get my self together, so I speak and smile
I'm not ready for a woman like that
Steaming from the mid-section
Cold feet won't let me move
Let me open my nostrils just to catch her air
Her hair is rope, I wish I could pull it to share a narrow line in her face Her stare is quick but remains in mind like a first kiss
Her Fruit like sweetness consumes my belly full
If I could touch her smile forever with my eyes closed I will never forget how to kiss her
I want to be a love run-on sentence, non-stop, until our punctuations are declared by our path
I'm afraid to mistreat her, scar her, degrade her or devalue her
I think I will pass her by until I get my self together, so I speak and smile
I'm not ready for a woman like that