off to go shopping, up the hills and through the woods but this little red-riding-hood has the top down, is driving a sweet ass convertible through the wind, through the air that’s been through your lungs, that’s disheveled your hair…
and if i had a dollar for every time i said i’d forget, stuff the beautiful notes that bounced in your car and off your head..i’d be one rich dudette. pockets bulging with little green ears poking out their mouths…
it’s settled, i’ve realized that i’m a dreamer and a loner and all of the above. i talk to the moon and envy the stars, i travel in slow motion cause i don’t want to miss what’s so near, or all that’s too far…
could i be standing in front of the stovetop and flip pancakes sunday morning? could i wipe small chins and tickle little armpits and walk the family dog? will i grow up to wear polyester and the .10 blue hairdo, steal mcdonald’s creamers and sweet-n-low?
i’ll wear easy fit blue jeans that unbutton really fast, i’ll put on the red lipstick while gardening in sunday’s morning air. i’ll be the old lady blaring chili peppers and dancing with myself…
where are you dear moonman, when will your ship land? i miss the galaxy views, i miss your sweet dares…
