To Pookie

2008 July 8
by Lawgirl

Delayed Devotion – performed by Duffy

It seems you wanna give me
Oh, a life time of security
Down on your dying knees
I watch you, babe, I watch you plead

But your words come much too late
My love for you has turned to hate
‘Cause you’ve taken too much time
To show me that you’re mine

When I drop you boy
You’ll need another toy
One that won’t stand up for herself
When I knock you down
You’ll need another town
Where somebody’s gonna talk to you
You just let me wait
Now it’s too late
For your delayed, delayed devotion

You try to convince me
Oh, about the possibilities
But I know that all your poetry
Just comes from insecurity

‘Cause your actions speak nothing no more
When it’s what I’ve been waiting for
‘Cause you’ve taken too much time
To show me that you’re mine

When I drop you boy
You’ll need another toy
One that won’t stand up for herself
When I knock you down
You’ll need another town
Where somebody’s gonna talk to you
‘Cause you just let me wait
Now it’s too late
For your delayed devotion

You played me for a fool for too long
Blinded by your lies I never saw your all
I’m no longer under your spell
Hear it in a song
You can go to Hell

When I drop you boy
You’ll need another toy
One that won’t stand up for herself
When I knock you down
You’ll need another town
Where somebody’s gonna talk to you
You just let me wait
And now its too late
For your delayed, delayed emotion

2 Responses leave one →
  1. 2008 July 10
    Maurian permalink

    Since you are big into song lyrics, I’ve got a song you should listen to by Jason Mraz…

    The Dynamo of Volition

    I’ve got the dynamo of volition
    With po-pole position
    Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions
    I’m a brand new addition to the old edition
    With the love unconditional.

    I’m a drama abolitionist
    Damn no opposition to my proposition
    Half of a man, half magician
    Half a politician holding the mic
    Like ammunition
    And my vision is as simple as light.

    Ain’t no reason we should be in a fight
    No demolition
    Get to vote, get to say what you like
    Procreation
    Compositions already written by themselves
    Saying heck is for the people not believin’ in gosh

    Good Job
    Get ‘em up way high
    Gimme gimme that high five
    Good time
    Get ‘em way down low
    Gimme gimme that low dough
    Good God
    Bring ‘em back again
    Gimme gimme that high ten
    You’re the best definition of good intentions.

    I do not answer the call if
    I do not know who is calling
    I guess the whole point of it all is
    That we never know really

    I’m tryin’ to keep with the Joneses
    While waiting for guns and the roses
    To finish what we all suppose is
    That shit’s so silly

    Oh, fist like pumpin and wrist lock
    Twisting up a rizla
    Kid Icarus on the transister
    Nintendo been givin’ me the blister
    I bend over take it in the kisser

    Best friends are hittin’ on my sister.
    Try to tell them that they still wish-a
    Cuz she already got herself a mister
    And besides that’s gross to want to dis her
    Didn’t I say, Didn’t I say

    Good Job
    Get ‘em up way high
    Gimme gimme that high five
    Good time
    Get ‘em way down low
    Gimme gimme that low dough
    Good vibe
    Bring ‘em back again
    Gimme gimme that high ten
    You’re a representation of good versus evil

    I do not keep up with statistics
    I do not sleep without a mistress
    I do not eat unless it’s fixed with
    Some kind of sweet like a licorice
    My home is deep inside the mystics
    I’m known to keep diggin on existence
    I’m holdin’ in the heat like a fishstick
    And my phone it beeps because I missed it.

    I do not answer the phone if
    I do not know who is calling
    I guess the whole point of it all is
    F**k’s sake, can I get a witness

    I’m only a boy in a story
    Just a hallucinatory
    Trippin’ on nothing there is
    Living in the wilderness

    With a tiger spot on my back
    Living life of a cat
    I just wanna relax here
    And sing another rap tune
    Driving off on your blind man’s bike
    You can say just what you like
    Or nothing can stop you

    Good Job
    Get ‘em up way high
    Gimme gimme that high five
    Good time
    Get ‘em way down low
    Gimme gimme that low dough
    Good time
    Bring ‘em back again
    Gimme gimme that high ten
    You’re the best definition of good versus evil

    Good Job
    Get ‘em up way high
    Gimme gimme that high five
    Good time
    Get ‘em way down low
    Gimme gimme that low dough
    Good time
    Bring ‘em back again
    Gimme gimme that high ten
    You’re a representation of good intention
    You’re the best definition of good intention

    You’re the best around
    And nothing’s ever gonna take you down [x3]

    You’re the best around.

  2. 2008 July 13

    Maurian – I love love LOVE Jason Mraz. Great song!!

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