Loving you is like open-chest
The blows connect when you reject the clear and evident
Love is a battlefield, at times I wish I had a shield
Would've raised my hand only to swear that you were heaven sent
Had me bent
I told myself I wouldn't do this again
But the weather seemed right, had my heart feeling light
And there was no sign of wind coming in in sight
'til i felt a slight draft for me to cope on my behalf
"Spittin In the Wind" - more than some paragraphs
About the riff raff of a love interest of the past
That was oudgf 3fq08e`r2t i'll finish soon! so much to dooooo!