Dance On a Pinhead
she's
whirling
she's
twirling spinning on a pinhead
going on a tear
Rising to new heights
an angel in your hair
(yet you know
what the mind can concieve
it can then believe
so see if you will bite
on an idea so contrite)
she's
pleading
so you're
listening
sitting in a chair
drawn in to her idea
attracted by her stare
next you know
she has you snowed
but it wasn't dishonest
she believes it too
but its against your
better judgement
all the things you do
© 1998 trc
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