You are like glass bubbles in a lagoon
the quite waters spark my inspiration and you...
You sit with your stupid cupid smile and I laugh.
Oh, the moment is now but I'm living it 5 weeks later
after you throw the diner plate at me and storm upstairs
and I put my head down on the cool kitchen table and remember
that you are like glass bubbles in a lagoon.
They never float but huddle below the surface and we kiss.
We make love under the moon in June by the silent lagoon and I brag to my friends about how I got some poon.