On my ring tone you’re my pearly king calling me
I keep heading for the stuff of life.
Like danger or funny advice
The high when a man dies then it’s all high till the blouse comes out, black blouse.
Still you’re my voice
And sometimes I am my own but my consciousness fluttered in and out
In class you know.
Now sometimes my thinking is screwy
I can’t tell you of the book I have read, that well.
But, you tell me one story from one of your pearly buttons
Across the sports car
Across the land
Like handing out cards
Like a fortune
Like the sands
Speak clearly for the men in me
Yes they try to settle me
