there are no shortcuts
to your sweetness
you have to walk around
all the tables to get
to your dance floor
and on the way, those are some
wonderful nooks and fancy cranies
that i am too timid to explore
lets slip away on the way to
the tastee freeze
giggles and grass stains in the wilderness
i want you to have some stories to tell
when you are maturer than you ever
thought you would be
shaker eggs and a funky beat
on a long car ride
taking the back road to your sweetness
sending post cards along the way