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Figuring Things Out
For the life of me I am,
For the death of me, I’m damned.
Neither here nor there to you,
Well then, just how do you do?
Would you take a look at me,
Would you tell me what you see?
I’m neither here nor yon you say,
You’d like to give me away.
We meet under summer’s sun,
Before we start we are done.
Let’s make a pack, yes we can,
We’ll stick with our game plan.
It's always you never is it I,
Keep your hand off of my thigh.
I should have known, yes I should,
By your name, Johnny B. Good
©April 16, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton.
For the death of me, I’m damned.
Neither here nor there to you,
Well then, just how do you do?
Would you take a look at me,
Would you tell me what you see?
I’m neither here nor yon you say,
You’d like to give me away.
We meet under summer’s sun,
Before we start we are done.
Let’s make a pack, yes we can,
We’ll stick with our game plan.
It's always you never is it I,
Keep your hand off of my thigh.
I should have known, yes I should,
By your name, Johnny B. Good
©April 16, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton.
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