In Trouble
She was young
I was foolish
Her pierced tongue
Was kind of coolish
Upon my cheek
Upon my lips
Upon my soul
Her fingertips
Were messing with my hair
Messing with my mind
I was lost
In space and time
In a galaxy
Far far away
In love in lust
In disarray
In no time
Inside out
In no rush
In no doubt
In trouble
© Johnny Jet 2007
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