Short Stuff For My Sheep

Let Lips Do What Hands Do

“Let Lips Do What Hands Do”

Baby your lips are on my mind,

I think my blush gave me away,

And in this crowded room of people,

There’s so much that I could say,

     I think I’d start by taking your hand,

     Make sure I’m standing proud,

     Point out the matching tatts on our wrists,

     Say all the things I’m not allowed,

          And through it all,

          In the midst of yells and complaints,

          I know you’d hold me close,

          And take it all away,

One day there’ll be a ring on your left hand,

On the fourth finger across,

And it may seem so far from here,

But the thought is never lost,

     And baby I’ll buy us a dog,

     To fill the space where we both know,

     Should be our son or daughter,

     With your eyes and my nose,

          And through it all,

          In the midst of yells and complaints,

          We should say we’re no longer on the table,

          Why don’t we throw it away?

But we can’t do that right now,

I can’t let the blush paint my cheeks,

‘Cause in this crowded room of people,

They’re looking up at us to see,

     That we’re the perfect kind of role models,

     With how we act and sleep around,

     And maybe there’s someone I have to stand with,

     Hold their hand and look proud,

We may never get the matching tattoos,

Or the son who looks more like you than me,

And there’s so much else we have to do,

But for now we can believe.

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This was something I wrote originally as a song, then later used it as my poetry final for school. Eh. Still not fond of the last line, but my friend told me to leave it, so.

MBB's in progress - much to come from Beth and Aaron (and possibly Van... and did someone say Rebecca?)