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Sweets
By the way,
vendor of things
I've seen the way
You sway and swing
I cannot say why I'm intrigued
Some stupid things aren't so bright to me
The metallic scrapes won't set me straight
I'm here with ease and above restraint
Touche, little girl
You've seen me through
I've many things I need to say to you
I believe it's gone a bit too far
Through muck and mud and grease and tar
You can sure as hell bet that I've taken my stand
Been knocked on my ass for making my demands
When the headphones come down, I'm ready to speak
To express in siren and miles from weak
And today and tomorrow, I'll be still as concrete
On my knees with an open hand in your direction
You'd still sit there with that awkward stare and ditzy grin
And with that in my sights,
I'd be content to sit another spell.
As long as you're still smiling along with me.
