Sep 17, 2009 21:27
Little Miss Magic you are the only one for me
Constantly amazed by the blades on the ceiling
Your mother is still the only other woman for me. Little Miss Magic what you gonna be?
I still see a little more of me every day
Little Miss Magic some day you will make up your own rhymes
Feel that warm breeze on her skin…..clever little looks she gives can be appealing.
That I won’t deny
It is raining, it is pouring your old man is snoring….