Simple and True's Blog

Whatever That Meant

There’s a movement to this city beat,

There’s a feeling in this reversable feat,

There’s a line in this coffin,

And you’re no boffin.

You don’t have to worry,

if these words make no sense,

just lay it all down, say you’re sorry,

don’t keep up the pretence,

that you don’t know,

that i’m about to show,

the love of your life,

and with moving, crazy life, a terrible, feeling of strife.

i’m lying next to you,

knowing that all this is true,

there’s a movement to this city beat,

you can do the samba, do the beat of the tambo-

rine, or kiss the souls of your feet,

as you take part in our reversable feat.