A night spent in your arms.
A few spoonfuls of lucky charms.
Back to work on Monday morning
and off to the higher learning.
Back to dreaming of what happened.
Thinking of all the time we'd spend
Dreaming back to that roll in the park.
Back to that room filled with dark.
Sweating bullets and gripping at love
with your consciousness from up above.
With the hip hop flavor from sum Ak 1200
with that deep ass bass line to jab your head.
Dancing till the sweat dripped like rain
for tonight we won't feel any pain.
So remember that you still have to work,
so just have a good time and laugh at the jerk.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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