Colin Coplin

Rookie - 4 Points (Australia)

Perfect Match - Poem by Colin Coplin

We’re a funny breed, you and I
You’re happy to walk, and I like to fly
A funny breed you and I
When we’re not smiling, we cry

You like my fingers, I like your back
You like to touch, and I like to scratch
And together we make a perfect match
And together we make a perfect match

Yeah, together we make a perfect match
Perfect match, perfect match
Together we make a perfect match

We’re a funny breed, you and I
You like the water, I like the wine
A funny breed, you and I
You like the elevator and I like to climb

You like to talk, I like to listen
Your lips like to smile, mine made for kissing
And together we make a perfect match
And together we make a perfect match

Yeah, together we make a perfect match
Perfect match, perfect match
Together we make a perfect match

I like street walk, you like dirty talk
I like Great Caesars Ghost, You like Paradise Lost
You like Hot Wax, I like alto sax
Funny breed you and I
A funny breed, a funny breed, a funny breed

We’re a funny breed you and I
You like to travel the world, and I to bathe in the sunshine
We’re a funny breed you and I
When we’re not moving, we count time

I like triumph, you like tragedy
You like love stories, and I action comedies
And together we make a perfect match
And together we make a perfect match

Yeah, together we make a perfect match
Perfect match, perfect match
Together we make a perfect match

We’re a funny breed you and I
You like to help strangers and I like to take sides
A funny breed you and I
When we’re not feeling, we’re blind

You like to sing, I like to dance
You like to play and I like to chance
And together we make a perfect match
And together we make a perfect match

Yeah, together we make a perfect match
Perfect match, perfect match
Together we make a perfect match

We’re a funny breed, you and I
You’re happy to walk, and I like to fly
A funny breed you and I
When we’re not smiling, we cry

Copyright Colin Coplin 2006 / 2010


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010



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