To me you shine like a new dime
I can’t wait to get you alone
Pour you a glass of wine
Spend some quality time
Dig deep into your mind
Letting you dig around mines
Like two children playing in the sand
Building a castle to live in
I accept your request
You look sleepy
Can I tuck you in?
My motives may be wrong
If so karma never misses its mark
Like lightening striking twice
A spark in a dark park
Static cling no sheets
Full load on spin cycle
Sorting through my dirty laundry
Granma told me to never wash on Sundays