IntimiDating Sad girl waiting on a wire Sad boy in the dark, like a vampire I twist and turn my words coz I’m waiting For another end, why’s it so intimidating? I don’t see my father In the mirror of yesterday I see an African farmer Sowing seeds of his dismay It’s true, I reap no hapines from his words And I wish I could fly south like the birds Mmm, it’s getting about that time Yeah, it’s getting about that time Turning pages, burning sages Apple pies for the coming ages We are not what we live for—are we? Throw the dice, don’t think twice Hustle here hustle there and pay the price “Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight” When she’s intimate she’s intimidating Blues and pinks forever gyrating When she’s intimate she’s intimidating. Jul 11, 2021 2 Facebook Tweet Email
