My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be