Pleasure

[intro]

I never thought i would say

your name in a pleasurable way.

Today we holds hands, they sway,

memorable everyday.

I never thought i would feel

when you stole my heart away,

you only made it half way, astray

off into the grey, you lay

 

[chorus] x2

The distance is great.

The bridge we cross

is rickety and shakes.

Strings so fickle they

whittle, flake away,

become brittle and break. (break)

 

Like stakes we make, claim forever,

but one foot's on the pedal altogether, overtaking,

winning several medals strapped with leather.

The pressure is as harsh as the cold weather.

We'll never lessor the pleasure,

whenever, however the weather,

we'll treasure, endeavor the leisure.

Measure forever but never together.

Hay hay hay, we disobey,

record stuck on replay,

anything you say will ricochet.

Your opinion is haze,

glaze of light causing reflecting rays,

sunset lifting from the night of yesterday.

Water waves cast us astray,

off into the sun we float away.

Ticky-tock, hippty-hop, let the beat drop, PLOP

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Dueling using soothing vicious kisses.

This story is fictitious and delicious.

Descending from a missive of riches,

we untwisted, hissed and scared all the little fishes.

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the Village witches.

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

these witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

By twisting the definition of superstitious.

They listed six hundred and sixty six ways to be verbally addictive.

Until your submissive, admitted to the village where you'll be afflicted,

christened and lifted, presented to the convicted.

 

[outro/chorus] x2

The distance is great.

The bridge we cross

is rickety and shakes.

Strings so fickle they

whittle, flake away,

become brittle and break. (break)