Bjork.

Dec 24, 2006 12:10

One hand allows the other,
So much and me.

Born stubborn, me.
Will always be.
Before you count,
One, two, three,
I will have grown my own private branch,
Of this tree.

You gardener,
You discipliner,
Domestically.
I can obey all of your rules,
And still be, be.

I never thought I would compromise.
I never thought I would compromise.
I never thought I would compromise.

Let's unite, tonight.
We shouldn't fight,
Embrace you tight.
Let's unite, tonight.

I thrive best, hermit style,
With a beard and a pipe,
And a parrot on each side.
But now I can't do this without you.
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