Sometimes, you use feeling
To kidnap someone's future
It's not an easy feeling to keep
Love is like merchandize goods
You see the price tag then bargain
So much negotiation on both parties
Like coffee milk shake combine
To make amendments in the end
They always fight for own interest
Seldom fight for amicable happiness
Which is conjugal and eternal.
In a sky stained with black and white tinges, the moon slowly rose,
Interspersed a being and a storehouse of innocuous anecdote.
Innumerable starlings clove the air,
Even with mawkishly effeminate sentiment and soullessness.
Yet, the brassbound stood bold before the austere hand of adversity and drill,
In the moments of pleasure, utter idleness and insipidity,
Moods of vindictive recoils visible like a new dawn,
At times, oddly disappointing and fickle.
Many people priced but couldn't pay,
And the rest paid but couldn't price,
A golden twilight set to transfigure the world,
The soul pelted with honour, dignity and an interminable torrent of words.
Radiant with the beautiful glamour of youth,
A supreme arbiter of conduct,
Not sunk in a phraseological quagmire,
Like the pristine freshness of spring badly described by a common maxim.
It's not a brand of merchandize,
So I wonder when it would be sold.
Far from a title or characteristic of a man,
Integrity is a way of life I have embraced till the end of time.
They call themselves sophisticated,
score that special hit,
drive a brand new 'Beemer'
and annoy us with their wit.
E-mails, cell phones, always selling,
always out to merchandize,
little do they know that
we can see through their disguise.
Sophistication isn't clever,
cravin' money, kissin' ass,
climbin' up the corporate ladder
no, I think I'll take a pass,
for there's another kind of lovin',
playin' frisbee in the park,
fixin' dinner, doin' dishes,
stolen kisses in the dark.
The gentle of a special woman,
tender moments to recall,
making love and making memories,
joy and laughter through it all.
You can keep your slick devices,
lookin' sharp no matter what,
to me sophistication's simple,
I'm content with what I've got.
They call themselves sophisticated,
score that special hit,
drive a brand new 'Beemer'
and annoy us with their wit.
E-mails, cell phones, always selling,
always out to merchandize,
little do they know that
we can see through their disguise.
Sophistication isn't clever,
cravin' money, kissin' ass,
climbin' up the corporate ladder
no, I think I'll take a pass,
for there's another kind of lovin',
playin' frisbee in the park,
fixin' dinner, doin' dishes,
stolen kisses in the dark.
The gentle of a special woman,
tender moments to recall,
making love and making memories,
joy and laughter through it all.
You can keep your slick devices,
lookin' sharp no matter what,
to me sophistication's simple,
I'm content with what I've got.
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