El Pasillo

24 de enero de 2010

Mom, I can write! (It´s all up to you...)

Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book,

Look no further, I am yours.

We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree
We can do anything that turns you up
and sets you free.


You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted. 

Southern girl, could you want me?

So come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on to see if we fit
And with our roots become a tree
To shade what we make under it.


We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree.
We can do anything that turns you up
and sets you free.


You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted.
Southern girl, could you want me?


You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted 
Southern girl, could you want me?


Southern girl could you want me?
Southern girl....