So same you're hard to
find, but you're just
a busy
guy.
Flowing through life
like a special song,
I like the sound
of the drums.
Mysterious man,
I like the way
you grip my hips,
And look me in my
eyes as we dip.
Controlling me
like a puppet
on strings.
Youre so hard to figure
out, when my heart
get to sreaching
for a
way out.