To Pookie
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

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