This
This door
It's yours
Watch me walk right through it
This key
This key
You don't need it
This house
It dances
But It will sit sad
And it will wait for you
If you ever go
If you ever go
And if curves ever steal your heart
I'll hunt them down
From the napkin I found
And hang them like a piece of art
On a tree
For all to see
Exactly why
And we'll all sing die
I'm not as green
As green
As you think
I'm worse
This hand
It's yours for the taking
So take it take it already
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2014
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