My girlfriend was just pretending
When she moaned last night...

The president
Tells Assembly...

When the mood is high
And you to run away with yourself...

God was cooking
He put the fuel...

You say I walk faster than my shadow
And why not...

Slowly
Silently...

Your hands turn
because they are nimble...

Fires on the Savannah
crisp crackling and red heat...

There are codes
Of conduct to be kept...

A sigh from the heart
Alarms me; it is...

Lapping up with
its red tongue...

Unless
I think upon...