You think you know the story
You think you know the score
You think you got the wisdom
The music and the floor.
You think you got the summer
The sunset and the breeze
You think you got the house, the kids
The me down on my knees.
You think you got the know-how
You think you got the cool
You think you want the showdown
The battle and the duel.
You think you want the sports car
The limo and the jet
You think you want the high life
The slamdunk in the net.
You think you know the story
You think you know the score
You think you got the wisdom
The music and the floor.
(04/01/09)
oooh, better lay low in the trenches if she's on the war path eh. Good poem, liked the rhythm. Ruthy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
................ ........................ Then you thought wrong my dear one, On my knees, I am no more............... Yep! I'm dancing to the music, As I strutt around the floor... The tempo, it has changed much... No longer you adore... I'm strutting with another... As I dance around the floor....: -)