Oh My To His Waiting Eyes

oh my to his waiting eyes she pedals her bike to his spike taking the road to his gold one wrong turn she'll be burn red lights out of sight green light just right she races along singing a song cat's in the cradle in his fable cat's in cradle in his stable cat's in the cradle on his table cat's in the cradle whims he enables she laughs, she laughs at her rift raft she laughs at her cat you such a dirty rat now say cheese her hair blowing in the breeze she pedals faster to her master hearts a stumping for some bumping hearts a fire for his desire hey, me do you see is that seat giving you heat oh my, oh my to blue skies oh my, oh my to his ... waiting eyes connie pachecho 1/12/17