Eye Jive

The stable doesn't hold the horses,
The rock isn't big enough to share.
Hunny, I'm falling slowly,
And sticks are catching onto my hair.

My nylons aren't in my drawer,
And my lighter collection is gone.
My stack is short a few Bens,
But no one thinks I've been counting.

Baby, you're cold and turned out.
Inside is where you'll never be.
Humor me and jive a minute,
Do you mind if I borrow your shoulder
While it's tilted?

At slight and ten percent,
Cumberland farms has cheap gas.
Gonna take me out, Hunny?
My lips won't let silence last.

Borrow the sand and steal the waves,
Tilt your shoulder slightly lower.
Stolen waves will, your shoulder,
Wash over.

Trout and trot,
The stable won't keep the house.
Rim and rot,
The sky won't mount the clouds.