The Day of Devil May Care

Listen I didn’t mean to clutch your trembling
Echo so tightly poor little bird shoo shoo bird

I didn’t intend to pilfer all the shade you hid

Under the leaves I mean see on the radio

Was Lynyrd Skynnyrd’s “Simple Man” that’s

When my desire suffered its daily suffocation  
My cell phone chimed for no good reason
Then I saw your silence glide by so sexily

I was like damn girl what’s new heh heh that

Is one tasty tune right there on the tip of that

Tongue better sing it O the street lights 

Slowly ignited it was getting nigh on to night

When I saw my own breath and I guess

That’s why I whistled this taste of your song