Talking and Walking.
Boys talking about girls.
Girls talking about boys.
Back and forth it goes.
Happens here, there and everywhere.
Did she see me?
Dose he like me?
Who?
Him!!
Why?
Her!!
Oh how confusing baffling this circus act of crazed emotions is.
The dance of her, him and them.
Love, joy, exotic, ecstasy.
All feeling we feel in this dance.
Hate, bitter, fear, wonder.
The other half of the pair for feeling to be felt.
In this dance of fair.
Then there are boys who talk about boys.
And girls talking about girls.
They dance the similar dance.
One I can only image is almost exactly like all other dance if the flame.
He burn him.
She burn her.
With a passion of furious, palpable, passion of desire.
Oh the twist and turns people find there are.
We all see the fire.
It just your choice if you want to dance with the hot, fathoming, flames.
Just as the choices is your.
Some people need a push.
So I ask you.
Shell we dance?
Girls talking about boys.
Back and forth it goes.
Happens here, there and everywhere.
Did she see me?
Dose he like me?
Who?
Him!!
Why?
Her!!
Oh how confusing baffling this circus act of crazed emotions is.
The dance of her, him and them.
Love, joy, exotic, ecstasy.
All feeling we feel in this dance.
Hate, bitter, fear, wonder.
The other half of the pair for feeling to be felt.
In this dance of fair.
Then there are boys who talk about boys.
And girls talking about girls.
They dance the similar dance.
One I can only image is almost exactly like all other dance if the flame.
He burn him.
She burn her.
With a passion of furious, palpable, passion of desire.
Oh the twist and turns people find there are.
We all see the fire.
It just your choice if you want to dance with the hot, fathoming, flames.
Just as the choices is your.
Some people need a push.
So I ask you.
Shell we dance?