on and on
baby ramble on
your words are a salve
to my soul shellyevon
off on course and
suffer no remorse
your deeds like seeds
turn me on shellyevon
how many ways can i say
through the days that
i like you
more than you know
how many days must i sit alone without your
love
too many baby not enough
its tough
so
lets throw out the baggage
on turning leaf lane
throw a comb through that
fine lady mane
drift into my arms
before the sun is gone
i need you to know how i feel
shellyevon
so on and on
baby ramble on
your words are a salve
to my soul shellyevon
by Shausler |
