highways, & byways, for now
Here I sit in my office chair,
Wishing like hell that I wasn't here.
Where, I wish that I might be,
How about lying with you under a magnolia tree?
Holding you close and loving you dearly,
Anyone could see that I love you clearly.
Kissing you gently on your sweet tender lips,
Just thinking of touching your body gives me the fits.
All the pleasures that we can dream up and think of,
I would make love to you so gently, as softly as a dove.
I just had to pinch myself, so that I would wake up,
Do you mind if I follow you home, in my big green truck?