Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sparks












Wish I could take your lips with me,
On the road where ever I'd be
I'd kiss you goodnight,
In the far off moonlight.
Wish I could take your lips with me, 
Listen to your little voice sing
Along with the radio,
A song that someone else wrote.
I don't care,
I just need you here.











Wish I could take your eyes with me,
Show you all the things I've seen
My favorite Mexican bar
Open air and big bright stars.
Wish I could take your eyes so blue,
My second favorite part of you
Probably looking at some other man,
Southern gentlemen stole your hand.
And I'll stand up
And I'll keep the mouth shut.











And I see a spark in the making,
I hope the rain don't come too soon.
You've got a hand for the taking
And I'm 'bout to take it to the moon.
I see a spark in the making,
I hope the rain don't come too soon.
You've got a hand for the taking
And I'm 'bout to take it to the moon
And I'm 'bout to take it to the moon..












Late night we sing up songs,
We sing 'em slow to make 'em last long
Sparks grow to wild fire,
Two birds loving on a wire
Late night we talk in our sleep,
Joke about the things that we usually keep
Never been crazy like this,
Check my eyes and tell me what it is
I'm sick for you
And there's nothing I can do..












And I see a spark in the making,
I hope the rain don't come too soon.
You've got a hand for the taking
And I'm 'bout to take it to the moon.
And I see a spark in the making,
I hope the rain don't come too soon.
You've got a hand for the taking
And I'm 'bout to take it to the moon

Jesse Woods

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