I Scream for Ice Cream
Robin Thicke's bedroom voice reminds me of you
And I realize there were good times
When you spoke to me in low tones
Deep low tones
And I must admit
that every time
I hear Robin Thicke...
I smile and get tingly all over
You were a good lover.
People tell me that I don't know
because I have only had one
taste of freedom
But do I have to drink castor oil to know that ice cream sundaes
are good under the sun on Florida Sundays?
Do I have to wake up mourning
to know that I have a reason to be thankful in the morning?
Do I have to have a piece of pain
to know that I feel good when I am at peace.
Maybe their problem is that it took them twenty men
to arrive there
and I only needed once.
Thank you for that moment
that has satisfied me for a life time.
Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015
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