August '00

everything you wear
seems to have spun down
from your hair
panties, bras, and skirts
they're all so you it hurts
let me be your shirt
i'll hold that pair

everything you say
seems to turn gold right
out of hay
laughter, barks, and sighs
send me on a seismic high
let me feel your surprise
from may to may

ya gotta lead with love