Wild Fire | |
a desire to be loved | |
Climb higher | |
to the platform just above | |
Little liar | |
you deceive me with your wit | |
Elocution | |
sculptured perfectly to fit | |
Tug of war | |
with the blessed and the mugged | |
Please let me quiz you | |
Rest assured, but unplugged | |
Town crier has our voices, kindly bugged | |
Wild Fire a desire to be loved | |
Wild Fire | |
a sifting signal of the times | |
Tossed and turned up | |
in deceptional rhymes | |
Soap and water | |
I'll wash your mouth out all the same | |
She's my daughter | |
but I let her play the game |