PICK IT UP

By Nolan Moon

What's your number, what's your name? Are the feelings, near the same? Do I fill?

Your desire. Do I spark?

A needing fire. Ask me what,

You want to know. I'm your friend, not your foe.

Do you want my body, do you want my soul.

Can you hang on to me, through the roll?

Take me I'm yours, to do your will.

Drink from my cup, have your fill.

Baby I want you,

That's plain to see. What I need,

Is for you to want me. We'll go home,

And do our dance.

Then we'll call it, love and romance.

Oh no, what's you say, no, not into punk. Pins and needles,

Stay away from that junk. Do I want somewhat?

No I don't smoke that shit. Get it away from my nose; I'll have an asthma fit.

Oh hell my plans are fading; they're beginning to melt.

You're going to do what to me, not with my belt.

Got to get away from you,

You're a real space cadet.

Think I'll go to another bar, and see what I can get.

What's your number, what's your name?