Monday, June 22, 2009

Morning Ice

I took a jog around the city
Cool blue
Morning ice
Heavy balls but
Don’t look twice
I ate my weight in gold
Baby
I’m feeling old
Maybe
I’ll take a swing around
Old Jack Frost’s
Have my fortune foretold
Because
Ghosts come in many colors
And mine’s ice cold baby
mine's ice cold

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