Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

Come on over.

I watched you step on through that door.
(Come on over, come on over.)
Took my time and looked you o’er.
(Come on over, come on over.)
I’d no idea you were looking for me.
(Come on over, come on over.)
Tell me girl, what’s it gonna be.

Wrangle me a girl like you.
Oh my my that’s what I’m gonna do.

I just can’t overcome my fear.
(Talk to me, talk to me.)
I wanna take your arm, walk outta here.
(Talk to me, talk to me.)
But I’m a chicken shit, you know it’s true.
(Talk to me, talk to me.)
I just don’t know what to do.

Wrangle me a girl like you.
Oh my my that’s what I’m gonna do.

If I lean to the left, I’ll reveal my hand.
(Walk with me, walk with me.)
If I smile just so, you’ll see my plan.
(Walk with me, walk with me.)
Girl, oh, girl, it’s no surprise.
(Walk with me, walk with me.)
My intentions are in my eyes.

There’s only one thing left to do.
Kiss you.

2 Comments »

  Miss Demure Restraint wrote @

This is a terrific song. I can hear it in the cadence. Hope to see more from you soon.

Miss D

  malcolmjames wrote @

Thanks for visiting. I don’t have a lot of time to write, now, but it’s nice to know that someone stumbles onto this site.


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