Tuesday, June 13, 2006

sweet sea

your slim frame,
makes me loose my aim,
my eager eyes,
look for a prize.

i will be your accident,
if you will be my ambulance,
ill keep you free,
if you fall for me.

your stare,
doesnt play fare,
keeps me where i belong,
all wrapped in a song.

i will be your ambulance,
if you will be my accident,
so, sweet sea,
hear my plea,
fall for me.