Love,
I was the only one made for you
and you can be "At Last" by Etta James
and I'll be "Ooh child"
whenever you’re in pain
or you can be candy coated drops of rain
even though it never rains in Southern California
And we could be music,
So if my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say "no, she is my musician,"
And me, I guess you could say that I’m her favorite song
She has purchased real estate in my state of unconsciousness
She lives in my thoughts and then she visits in my dreams
so I see her at night and then I see her again during the day
and whether or not she physically passes my way, the day that we met begins to play
and rewinds in my mind at least one time every thirty minutes, that’s like 48 times a day
that’s like 336 times a week
and she makes me weak in my knees and I can hardly speak like that old school song by SWV
And I know what you’re thinking,
that I’m just some love-sick fool
but tell me what would you do if you saw the most beautiful flower in the whole world?
I mean even if you don’t like flowers, but you just saw this one flower that took your breath away
I mean a flower so beautiful that even the hardest of thugs would stop and say "yo, that flower’s kinda nice"
I mean a flower so beautiful that a mere glance doesn’t suffice
because it entices you to get closer
What would you do?
Would you pick the flower?
or would you leave it there so that somebody else can see it too?
I was the only one made for you
and you can be "At Last" by Etta James
and I'll be "Ooh child"
whenever you’re in pain
or you can be candy coated drops of rain
even though it never rains in Southern California
And we could be music,
So if my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say "no, she is my musician,"
And me, I guess you could say that I’m her favorite song
She has purchased real estate in my state of unconsciousness
She lives in my thoughts and then she visits in my dreams
so I see her at night and then I see her again during the day
and whether or not she physically passes my way, the day that we met begins to play
and rewinds in my mind at least one time every thirty minutes, that’s like 48 times a day
that’s like 336 times a week
and she makes me weak in my knees and I can hardly speak like that old school song by SWV
And I know what you’re thinking,
that I’m just some love-sick fool
but tell me what would you do if you saw the most beautiful flower in the whole world?
I mean even if you don’t like flowers, but you just saw this one flower that took your breath away
I mean a flower so beautiful that even the hardest of thugs would stop and say "yo, that flower’s kinda nice"
I mean a flower so beautiful that a mere glance doesn’t suffice
because it entices you to get closer
What would you do?
Would you pick the flower?
or would you leave it there so that somebody else can see it too?
...cute.
