We meet, greet, and eat on the street and together we weather the storm be adorn in all the scorn I am sworn to be yours indefinable undeniable like to face the music but no dancing we struck no romancing so...Why canít we go swimming in a tropical depression?
You hide me for the better like a seven year old bed wetter I am in shame we are so lame to be hiding in shadows uncountable so when we dance it is alone and never in you home but mine close the blind then we do it you peruse that and twist me around off the ground never a night on the town now I frown and so....Why canít we go swimming in a tropical depression?
In some cheap motel we are flying to hell and back again listening to orgasms from other all around like those sounds making you wilder sexier giving him all the best of her pumping harder and fast but try to make it last for the pleasures we feel is why we are together and make no reassurances your assetts for my insurances for when I can get none I call you and you jump into the fire with me into the frying pan cause we sizzle lie butter and at that time there is like no other, and we see things are so good together but I ask you over and over again...Why canít we go swimming in a tropical depression?
You keep me down I am your clown to your Serrano putting words in my mouth like a puppet, but I cut the strings and I sing no more for you and you look in shock when I no longer drop to my knees gone with the breeze. I dissolve and you wonder now just how I g ot So you ask again and again and rethink it now then ask your self over and over and rack your brain for that answer again then you think...Why canít we go swimming in a tropical depression?
You think you are rid of me seeing what the mind wants to see but a day a week a moth goes by you get in a condition and think you will dye so I come over and we talk but thatís not why I am here and my wit and my charms as I find you moving near me to hold my hand and other parts of my anatomy and at this moment I am really glad Iím me, we roll over like rover playing with his ball as you know what I like and together we fall. The thing feels right for this moment anyway but you have your regrets whenever you get away and think how you want no part of me but like a vicious cycle at least once a month we stop and ask ourselves once again, Why canít we go swimming in a tropical depression?Why canít we go swimming in a tropical depression?
The storm rises the winds, the rains and other things the mood is so right so we suit up and head on that coaster again and then we got our wishes free at last we are together to do what ever it is we do and you look at me and I into your eyes and finally we are there rose way above it and now we can say, "We finnaly got to swiming in that tropical depression"