"Get Your Rocks On"
Music and lyrics Paul Weir
Why must I Be so blue?
There's no time, to Cry over you.
Your rugged features,
frightens creatures.
The minute you Walked Through the wall
I could see you're a Troll of destruction.
Sand stone eyes, Mar bled feet,
Crunch my hand When ever we meet.
Why don't you Chuck a stone,
Take me home well you're my
favorite slab of quality granite.
Roughly shaped,
My baby wouldn't pass for a piece of slate.
He's rock hard, Skin like sand paper,
Baby there's no one greater.
Special tnx to meche.
