Friday, July 18, 2008

I see your in a fine form there Captain
With your finger flying and making breeze
The way you make my heart beat
When you tap dance on those keys

Give a kiss to the little one
For the loss of his malaise
And the painful cost of liberation
On his owwie to appease

And a wink and a wave
For the love of the day
Set forth for you in please
As you sail the open seas