But he never learned how to read a book
Or even the right words to steadily consume
Never expect anyone to be your savior
For intelligence, you gotta make the room
II. But He Never Learned How To Read A Book
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The Slightest Thought Of You
The slightest thought of you
Makes me squirm in my seat
Passion boiling until its true
Creation ignites under sheets
This Is It
This is it
The end of where I care
You won’t make me cower
I won’t return there
I’m going to dance out loud
I’m going to rock that kazoo
You can’t make me regret
I’ll shake my tush like Baloo
Sometimes I Don’t Want To Love You
Sometimes I don’t want to love you
But I know there’s no real choice
My heart longs for your touch
Your kisses give my soul a voice
Sometimes you don’t make it easy
But we always make it through
This world is a beautiful place
Much better since I share it with you
Captain Q 