Lamar Griffin

(Gainesville, FL, USA)

You're The Object Of My Mind


As I lay right here in my bed
Relaxing my body from my feet to my head
You are the only thing that's on my mind
And I picture us walking in warm sunshine
While I'm in the shower I imagine us walking in the rain
With plans to come inside and ease each other's pain
Then I get dressed and walk out the door
Recalling the desired object that I'm looking for
Which is my lady, my companion, my queen
Because together you and I make a wonderful scene
Then as I approach you I open up my arms
To do all things good and never any harm
I hold on to you tight to make us both feel good
And let you know that I'll do all that I should
As we walk down the street holding hands and waists
I think of all of the objects that I would like to taste
Such as your cheeks, your neck, your lips, and your thighs
Well so as your plump tears from your hurtful cries
As you talk to me in person or over the phone
The last thing that you should ever expect to be is alone
Whether in person
Or far away
You're the object of my mind
Every single day

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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