Baby, who told you
Nights were for sleeping?
I know for sure
They are rather for keeping
Up your dream
And forming a team.
Baby, who told you
Streets where for walking?
I know for sure
They are rather for talking
And singing your song
And dancing along.
Baby, who told you
Closets were for storage?
I know for sure
They are rather a cottage
Built for to hide
Deep inside.
Baby, who told you
that?
DU LIEST GERADE
Gedankenkotze oder was man sich um Mitternacht so zusammenreimt
PoetryManchmal kotzt so ein Kopf ganz schön schlaue Dinge aus. Und manchmal reimt man sich um Mitternacht die schönsten Gedichte zusammen.
