Bed of roses and thorns

It all began with a look
It all began with a glance
It all began with a word
It all began with hello

I looke she looked in return
I smiled she smiled in reply
I waved she waved in coporation
I stood thinking she would but she sat still

With a smile of relieve I moved from my table of love
With a smile of thought I walked from my room of passion
With a. Thought of doubt I entered my car

It all happen with I hello
It all began with hello
It all crept in like hello

About to move a knock at my car
About to move from a chapter of my life a knock
It was all a knock
Just a knock

And I looked and it was her
And I looked and it was her
And I looked again and it was her

All she said was hello
All she said was hello
All she could say was hello

And before I knew it
Oh before I got my self
Oh before I could realize I thought

I was on the bed of passion
I was on the bed of real passion
She looked me into the eyes
And has though I was dream
She was like a cold water in me
Like a soul I just found
Like a part of me I could not refuse

It was all on the bed of love
All on the bed of love
She pulled me closer
And pulled me closer
I was so cold I could not move
I was so cold I could not think
But she pulled me this time really closer
And I felt a touch of a warn heat

It was all on the bed of love
All on the bed of love
All on the bed of love

She touched me in my lips
She pulled my cloths
And pulled my trousers
I was no more on earth
And she smiled and began to weep

I got so touched and spoke for the first time in 3 hours
Angel why are u crying
And she said. I feel like a prostitute

And I noticed she has been the one in control since
And I took her up like a eagle carry his prey
And kept her on the bed has a crate of egg is carried
I pulled her tops and under wears

And I kissed her toes
Kissed her lips
Kissed her orages
Kissed her toes
Then I kissed her holy temple

And before I knew it
I was baptized with milk from above
All I could hear was a bay crying
Saying baby I love you
And I focused on the altar of holys
And the song increased

And she lOoked at me and smiled
And said I feel like a angel
I fell like a god
I feel I shall died no more

But she turned and drew me closer
And she turned and drew me closer
I began to look for the passage to jerusalem
But I could not find it
And she turned back and said
We don't even know our names

Ah, I was almost there when she said
Let's keep the best for the night
So want is your name
My name is rotimi olomo
Yours
She looked like a wouded lion
Like a stolen good
Like a raped girl
She asked your name again
And I said rotimi olomo jius
And she fell from the bed like a empty calabsh
Within seconds she worn her cloths within seconds she flew like a jet that has no brake
I kept shouting
Yourname please
And off she went

I was shooked
I was dazzled
But I woke up from my bed of sorrow
My bed of pain
All I could she was her purse
I said she forgoten her purse

Opened it I
Yes I opened it
And I saw her I'd card
Yes her I'd card
And off I went
Off I went

All I noticed was people round me
People round me
Hmmmm
I was on a bed of death

Hmmm can it be her
Can it be her
Juliani Olomo
Ah can it be her
My sister
Ah my sister
But I taught she was in the states
Ah my sister
But I taught she died
All became. I taught

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