Every one asks me how do I go on with my life
without finding my other pair of socks.
Why don't I put some order in my wardrobe also?
And live (instead) sometimes in the shed
and sometimes in the garage
But I know well how it endures, crazy door opener,
puppy love that runs for the unknown car
Love that constantly barks,
comfort does not need a nail in the head (again)
and answers does not have knight of the Jedi, you
Chorus X 2 many
My Enigma, Enigma, was a WW2 machine
my suffering (torture) I fell in love with a box of cogs
My Enigma, Enigma, the Germans had it
(it seems) that I will never find a solution to this bloody code
I say again, again
strange thing the room doesn't stop moving when you
drink too much
All things leave, go, pass, (like a) ship out of my bottom
(that) comes in the bay but does not stay in the hay,
no way, today
But I know well how it can last,
crazy love of strange green
blobs
love that runs for the unknown potty
Love that constantly asks, gets really annoying
comfort does not need this master of Jedi
and answers does not have younger ones confused
they are. Maybe
Chorus X 4
Christs sake My Enigma, Enigma, it needs some oil
my suffering (torture) I fell in love with a squeaky box
My Enigma, Enigma, what's wrong now you bloody thing
(it seems) that I will never find a solution as my hand is
stuck
From Kently
Friday, May 22, 2009
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4 comments:
Kently, you are a poet extra-ordinare!!!!!
Wow.......
Mel....yes
what mel said, sugar! it needs another read... xoxoox
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