Head Trip
Ah. Do you smell that? That’s the fragrance of her hair. Yep. Sweet as a dozen roses.
These pictures? Yeah, that’s her. She’s beautiful. I have her in a thousand poses.
What?! Would I give her a bone?
Be respectful! She’s a woman of her own!
But seriously man. She does something to me that I can’t explain.
She makes my heart run like an InterCity train.
Yeah, I know I hardly know her, but I don’t care.
For her, I always want to be there.
Ah come on now! I haven’t changed from my old ways…
Well maybe. I swear she puts me in a daze.
Yeah, just from words. She talks like a unicorn. Magical and swift.
Hey! Shut up! She’s not just text! She’s a gift.
You know I’ve always been weird. That’s my trait.
And I know I haven’t always believed in fate.
But haven’t you ever felt like talking is the first barrier?
Well we’ve come across that like an airborne Harrier.
I’m not talking s**t and I’m not taking the p**s. She’s wild.
Her humour is amazing and I know she’s not one to be defiled.
So don’t bloody look at me with that evil eye.
I mean, just talking to her makes me sigh.
It makes me laugh and joke and stare like a goof.
Yeah, man. I am telling the truth.
No you can’t meet her! She’s far too nice.
I’m not letting you throw her like a dice.
I mean you’re like an animal! Giving women the sweet talk and then the shoulder.
I ain’t like you. Love doesn’t make me go colder.
She makes me warm inside, mate. She gives me hope.
Yeah, I’m talking like a pussy. But you know how I am, and she makes me cope!
She means a lot to me man. You ever wrote a song?
Why do I ask? ‘Cause she does, and they’re never wrong.
Her words are major in depth and tone.
But I don’t know how she feels. I think she wants to be left alone.
Yeah, I’ve never left well enough alone and I ain’t intending on starting.
But I can’t handle the thought that me and her might be parting.
I know we’re not together and I don’t know if she likes me.
But this is the one I wasn’t meant to set free.
F**k you! I got a grip!
Man! She’s put me on one hell of a head trip.