Move

Tell your friends, turn on back around
We might need them to see what's going down

A waste of time a listless life
Filled with deathwish benders and diets

Where were you I remember
Six feet high and sliding under
You lied all the time

Found her trail, skirts and candy
And the fragrance hangs in the air so still

Venus-like, yet as a child
But the sider quiet and her lips curled

So young and tender
Caught her eyes still can't remember
Shy all the time
Lights on all night

You move in approval