Dear Mr. Man
Last December we sat Under The Cherry Moon above the clouds of Purple Rain. Who would have thought had we looked into our Crystal Ball I'd wonder How Come You Don't Call Me Anymore. Now I have a Condition Of The Heart, it's called A Case Of You. I sit and wait for you to Acknowledge Me, but you no longer Call My Name. And that has me Dreaming About You. With my Third (3rd) Eye, I see An Honest Man but Damn You. For The Tears In Your Eyes show that yoive been Around The World In A Day because Everyday Is A Winding Road. Let's go back and party like it's 1999, when my Black Sweat shined beneath the Blue Light. I Wanna Be Your Lover, I wanna be your Darling Nikki. We both know If I Was Your Girlfriend, it probably wouldn't work. I don't want the Diamonds and Pearls, I just want you to Do Me, Baby so that we both can Get Off. Or, how about Let's Go Crazy and feed this Insatiable desire for love. I know I Can't Make You Love Me and I'm not certain that I want you to. But I'm sure We Can Work It Out. I'm Willing and Able to see what comes of this, for I truly Adore you. So Until You're In My Arms Again, I'm Still Waiting for you to Take Me With You. I just want your extra time and your Kiss, you Sexy Motherfucker.
Signed the Beautiful, Loved & Blessed
Cinnamon Girl
This is what it sounds like When this Dove Cries.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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