Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Sheets over your head...

Help me out,
cause I don't know what you're looking for.
Put one foot in front of the other,
and walk right out the door.

Now and then,
could you let me be your friend.
If you're crying underneath the pillow,
let me try to make it better.

I'll be right behind you,
your personal fantasy guide.
You can trust me,
don't hold out your hands,
as you're following down.

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