Running

Well I feel it, oh boy Well I feel it Well I feel it, oh boy Yeah Scatting I'm running to catch up again Jumping higher and flying more often than not Your trampoline has got holes in it but I can still see the top Let me climb aboard and sample some of next year's fashion I'll wear the coat if you can put the hat on, I will wear the coat Just let me clear my throat So I can say what's been delayed away Let me crawl into your lap and just lay here for awhile Satisfied by your seduction like a handshake would do the job Never know how long I have waited Anticipated your smile to be pressed against mine Your smile pressed against mine Well I feel it, oh boy And I'm gonna settle tight She could pour me over that sugar hill or mountain Until I get that cool breeze, a tight squeeze, I'd do it over again And I drink from her ever flowing fountain And then I wake up I comb my hair and I hurry it up But I arrive late I pack my things and I pick it up Well I put down a good amount of deodorant on this morning And I found that I could drown a little bit of peace of mind Well it's no secret that to some degree they're gonna have to see you sweat Strong enough for a man just do what you can to keep me soft and dry I stink awhile I don't know anything about those things I almost don't wanna know anything about those things Oh I don't care anything about those things Cause if I did you know I'd share myself on those things And I feel it oh boy I'll be, i'll be here all night I'll pick up the pieces and I put them back together now They may not be the right way but that's okay As long as they're all the same I wish you well, well that you'd get better And I know you'll find that it's a wild world And that's ok 'cause you're a wild girl And I took the hits and I turned to shit And if you had noticed well would you have thrown the towel in Before I missed out on all this love And watch me roll away again Watch me disappear under my skin I don't believe it that things could get any worse than they did that time You must have seen it I mean how could we get lost running in a straight line Your cries of why's and why nots, may it all get back to you And trickle and dance upon your headaches Years of biting cheeks are through So I don't believe in it But I feel it