Words for Thaddeus Thought- You make me wanna live a new way create a new day in celebration of the creation of you. You are my big ole plate of watermelon fried chicken cotton pickin turnip mustard and collard greens smothered in some mean Louisiana hot sauce. I'd be lyin if I said I no longer turn and toss in dreams of us lost at the cost of my naivete questioning serendipity. You don't comprehend my infatuation but expectin you to understand the situation of my jonesin for your toes in my face and that I wanna wake to halitosis complete your thoughts and call it osmosis makes me the foolish one. But I just wanna run with the thought of you wrap you in a Coltrane tune kidnap you to my orange moon I can't help but be stingy you're the invention of the century. I wanna wear you like some levi's and lick the tears of every cry. No heavy decisions to hell with precision let our dialogue flow just don't say no; let us be siamese at least for Sunday.