Tuesday, May 13, 2008

May 10

She'll be coming round the mountain
the sound resounding in my ear
she'll be coming round to cloud
my doubts and wipe away my tears
my babies coming back
my lady dressed in black
no maybe, it's a fact
and she's stacked
a second chance for romance
cancel all our plans
cancel that last dance
cuz Ana is coming back
emotions overwhelming me
compelling me selfishly
in my helpless dwelling see
no evil, but what's that I'm smelling?
my hearts covered in frost
I've been wandering and lost
to be found I'd pay the cost
she's Supreme like Diana Ross
the worry lingers
so I cross my fingers
next time I see her
I'll be hearing Jake's wedding singer

1 comment:

Ana Barlow said...

I like it when you call me baby, baby. Im so glad I came.