Wild Desire

The day I started writing poetry Was the same day that I met you All the thoughts running through my head Are now like a birds eye view The way you lifted that magazine Made me feel like going to church Walked two doors down to the barbershop And said "Brother man give me the works" Driven by a wild desire Life is so surreal I used to want to ride beside her But now I'll take the wheel Roll through good to meet you Cash drawer out the door I'll pay you back when I'm famous Roll through good to meet you Cash drawer out the door I'll pay you back when I'm famous Ain't nothing come for free That ain't hyperbole I'll put your name on the guest list darling Driven by a wild desire Life is so surreal I used to want to ride beside her But now I'll take the wheel Roll through good to meet you Cash drawer out the door I'll pay you back when I'm famous Ain't nothing come for free That ain't hyperbole I'll put your name on the guest list darling