Words and Music: George Huntley
I wouldn`t bet the whale that I`d ever see
The juvenile in your eyes like the one I see.
No I wouldn`t climb the highs thinking that I`d find
A reason for honesty without even tryin`.
Doin` you and being new upon it.
Seeing your fog and drive on through it.
Being you with your creature comfort.
Doin` you is like doin` time.
I wouldn`t buy you time if it was for sale.
Might sic my dog on your if you brought the mail.
Don`t you dream of happiness when you`re feeling blue?
Never see modesty from the likes of you.