Bear Walk

Who’s that sleepin’ in my bed
What’s that stocking on the floor
Certainly you can’t be thinkin’ no one hears your sneakers sneakin’
out that garden door

Who’s that sittin’ in my chair
What’s that cookin’ on the stove
You’ll regret your passing fancy
if you think the grass is grassy on the other side

Dig this, you made a mess a me and you,
so what cha what cha waitin’ for
Seems like, there’s only liquor when the plot gets thicker
Ask Miss Ridinghood

Lock that honey in the pot
Hawk that apple that cha cored
Doncha be so high falutin’ when you’ve got no where to move in, eat that humble pie

Straighten up the game is over, you regained your self composure,
nothin’ left to hide

Problem with the dalliances, guilty feet have got no chances
left to compromise

certainly you can’t be thinkin’ no one hears your sneakers sneakin’

Get that message through your head

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