parachles

Thinking about the possibilities The half-baked promise of what tomorrow may bring. A first meeting for you and I, But see, I have the night all planned from the get go You have no say in this.   Give in, just let me take control. This is my dichotomy. On the surface, I'm all nice and sweet. Let you be the man, take charge... "Oh my, how strong you are!" all these little sacrifices to pander to your ego. But we both know who's running the show. I want you to put your money where your mouth is... Yes, we will end up at my house. We will end up in my room. No coffee... no nightcap. You're in my world now, baby. This is my cha

Jealousy, it watches,   that green eyed monster across the room. As he dances `round me , like a moth `round a flame. If looks could kill I'd be deep-sixed tonight. That's what you get you know, this triangle is your karma. Putting paid, debt you owe, for stealing another womans man. But now the shoe is on the other foot... It's bitter this cake, All gall and wormwood. Sticks in your throat don't it? But it's yours to eat, so smile. In the end, you reap what you sow.