Dec. 08, 2004 - 3:23 p.m.
By popular demand following is the song Jodi and I wrote for a certain individual who shall remain nameless for the time being during our bohemian (sp?) Thanksgiving. I have tweaked it a bit since that fatefull day.
So without further ado;
You held my hand
And whispered my name
With a sly little grin
You called me over
Then pushed me away
I don�t know to go or stay
Figure out what side your on
So we can begin
Fence sit�ns a childish game
Like Hide-N-Seek and Peek-A-Boo
I hate this little game you play
Its not worthy of me or you.
Pacing back and forth
Not knowing what your thinking
There�s no difference in right or wrong
If you won�t choose which side your on
I know you want me don�t be shy
Be the man I know you are
Get off of that fence your on
And lets try this again.
Fence sit�ns a childish game
Like Hide-N-Seek and Peek-A-Boo
I hate this little game you play
It�s not worthy of my or you.
please excuse any spelling errors, this was a Country Song, dammit!!!
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