Life Living Life May 7, 2009
Life just seems to fly away
When you lose your mojo.
Then it becomes a boring day,
No spring left in your broken bow.
Well women come and women go,
But don't ever seem to hardly stay.
They always expect you to be in the know
Before they'll ever let you dock in their bay.
Because it's life, living life, living life,
Forbidden, it appears, from eternal spring.
It's all a perpetual strife
In a 360 degree ring.
Driving through the bad part of town,
Thinking I can buy a little trouble,
But all I get is a frown
On the double.
When will I realize
I'm cursed when it comes to matters of love?
Perhaps when this ol' soul dies
And moves up above.
When you lose your mojo.
Then it becomes a boring day,
No spring left in your broken bow.
Well women come and women go,
But don't ever seem to hardly stay.
They always expect you to be in the know
Before they'll ever let you dock in their bay.
Because it's life, living life, living life,
Forbidden, it appears, from eternal spring.
It's all a perpetual strife
In a 360 degree ring.
Driving through the bad part of town,
Thinking I can buy a little trouble,
But all I get is a frown
On the double.
When will I realize
I'm cursed when it comes to matters of love?
Perhaps when this ol' soul dies
And moves up above.
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