Planet Funk All Mans Land
Look where we are now
we cant see each other
we cant sense eachothers name
Hold our hands to touch fingers
It’s ever sees who it was
and will they ever match
and spread there leg with lens
Spread there lens
They all different lands
spread them self behind me
I have a thoughts:
I couldn’t thought my pals sons
and them spirits all agree
Spread my smooth and shining skin
To hold ours hands
hold ours hand
Which tragedy
I could have embrace you up
I could smell you with hers
I have enough to
wash away the pain
and enouht soul
to build again
You have used and abused?
You have used and abused!
Call me, call me
Call me motherly