Friday, October 22, 2010


The clock keeps turning
And the heart keeps yearning
For a place to belong
While I sing this song
Events happen
That remind me
Of satin, lace, and leather
As I look around
Everything is as light as a feather
Will rock you to the bone
It will drive you around
Through the unknown
It will shock you to the core
And drive you out the door
Hold on to your boot straps
You're in for a ride
Forget about the weather
And your foolish pride

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