IT MUST BE NICE TO BE SO LOFTY....IM TALKING TO YOU UP THERE
I KNOW YOU HEAR ME, MY EYES ARE ONLY SPEAKING SO SOFTLY, INVITE ME IN I SWEAR
I SWEAR AND I PROMISE TO BE GOOD COMPANY YOU'D BLESS MY SWAG I ONCE HAD, BUT NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO USE
THATS RIGHT I'M A USED TO BE AND THATS WHY MY EYES ARE SET ON YOU
RESPECTFULLY MAY I ASK.... WHY ARE YOU LOOKING DOWN AT ME
I'M SURE THERE ARE BETTER THINGS TO DO- YOU COULD PROBLY CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SEE A BETTER ATTRACTION, I MEAN HONESTLY
ARE YOU FEELING SORRY JUDGING OR JUST GLAD YOUR NOT WALKING ON COALS LIKE I
OR, ARE YOU JUST AS MUCH OF A WONDERER AS I TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE
I WILL MEET YOU HALFWAY BECAUSE HERE I WOULDN'T ADVISE
GRAVITY HAS IT'S PICKS, SO ENJOY YOUR SKYRISE
COUNT YOUR BRICKS EVALUATE YOUR SPACE
IF YOU LET ME IN WE CAN TAKE PICTURES EVEN PAINT EACHOTHERS FACE.... ON CANVAS
YOU COULD PLAY ME A TUNE, AND I CAN CHANT YOU MINE
IF THE EVENING CATCHES UP WE CAN DANCE OVER SLOW WINE
AND BE BESTIES FOREVER.... YOU UP THERE IN THE LOFT A.K.A....
LOFTY PERSON
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