God's Gift

Don’t be late for me

I won’t wait you see

Got to be quick

I’m too impatient I admit

So don’t be late for me

I don’t like it you see

Don’t blame the past

If this thing is meant to last

I don’t know why you think you can touch

When you talk too much and you’re making a fuss

Stop right there there’s a woman in here

Didn’t mama ever make it clear?

And so you talk in a hideous way

You think you’re smart but that won’t make me stay

You can’t believe that I’m turning you down

Think you’re gods gift but I think you’re a clown

Don’t be too early

No girl likes that, see

Don’t look for words

If you wake up with the birds

Don’t be too early

I don’t like that you see

I’m not very nice

When the sleep is in my eyes