We share a culture same vernacular Love of physical humor and time spent alone You with your penchant for spontaneous events
For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone
You are a gift promised sent with a wink With tendencies for conversations that raise bars You are a sage who is feuled by compassion Comes to nooks and crannies, is bound for all stars
{Refrain:} You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle you make the knees of my bees weak
You are a spirit that knows of no limit That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers Not seduced by illusions of fair-weather friends
{au Refrain}
You are a vision who lives by the signals of Stomach and intuition as your guide You are a sliver of God on a platter Who walks what he talks and who cops when heÂŽs lied