Stormy

I want to be your frisby baby throw me off the cliff,
I wanna be you air guitar elaborate windmill riff,
I want to be your revolutionary hand grenade,
I wanna be your arab spring kosher pig babe,
I wanna be your Cantona I know you don’t like sport
I want to be your taxiing aircraft in an over scribed airport
I want to be you carousel your battered oversize luggage
I want to be your testosterone pulled tug of waragge
I want to be your battenburg your fondant fancy cream
I want to be your milkshake big mac large fries dream
I want to be your health kick your running up the hill
I want to be the forgiving elasticised pants you fill
I want to be your pencil sharpener
I want to be you pen
I want to be your once upon a time
And your happy end
I want to be your ever ready your Duracell your endless power source
I want to go all night of course
I want to be your keyboard your backspace and delete
I want to be your any key the one you want to keep
I want to be your wake up shower
I want to go to sleep
I want to be your bee gee baby
You know my love is deep

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