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Donât run at high noon if you donât like the sun
Donât feed me a line, itâs already been done.
The race is over and the tortoise has won.
Did you think that Iâd be yours forever?
Donât swim with the sharks, cuz youâre gonna get bit.
People like you think the shoe doesnât fit,
But you wonât to try it on, youâre such a sly hypocrite.
Will you ever man up? No, no never.
High noon, from the heat you cannot hide,
You can jump in the saddle but you know you canât ride.
The sharks are circling and theyâll snack on your pride.
Baked or boiled or battered and fried.
Donât run at high noon if youâre looking for shade,
Thereâs no where to hide in that bed that youâve made,
Youâre wearinâ no clothes in an outlandish parade.
When youâre exposed you donât seem very clever.
Donât dive in my pool if you donât like to swim
My cup runneth over, itâs filled to the brim,
And I am a choice, not an option or whim.
Love is not a business endeavor.
Baked or boiled, covered in oil,
breaded and broiled, battered⦠and friedâ¦
- Album:
- Falling