Shadja drones on

A few words slung together

Maya Angelou – Come And Be My Baby

The highway is full of big cars
Going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their loves around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

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