Peek a Boo
Not a cloud in the sky;
But somehow you;
Always find a way;
Of bringing on the rain.
And it seems like;
The more I give;
The more you seem to;
Expect from me.
So now I’ve started popping;
To a brand new beat;
And you’re moving way too slow;
So watch out for the heat.
I’ve got myself a road map;
And my ride is full of gas;
And I’ll be burning rubber;
Till there’s nothing left to see
And wait till you start scratching;
And you’ll know you didn’t win
Because I’m still there inching;
Underneath your skin
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2012
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