YRKB
05-15-2013, 10:08 AM
Out in Soho though it's Monday, to walk it again -
Don't know these streets by name, but from an end to an end,
Laugh 'cos you say something that's my kind of depraved -
And you tell me that the next day never looks like I've raved;
When Ten-Thirty comes on Saturday and Sunday nights;
Ripping through the Man-tide by Old Compton's lights -
You're in your check, doll, bet I'll be in my shorts;
Tight - built, yet slight - get the attention we court.
We know it can't last forever,
We make it count now -
And don't these bodies work well together,
Well as we allow...
We're The Subordinates, baby -
That's what we call ourselves;
Just a term that you used, I use lately -
'Cos I loved it in stories you tell:
Jumping like wild-fire city street to street,
Y'know why we turned heads in 2013's heat;
Tell you you're that hot it's odd you just don't get enough -
Dream out loud in Joe and Juice the ways we'd love to get off -
We're drinking big -
Cider over wine,
The Denmark street stuff you can't finish, every time -
Thinking big,
Know what we'd like -
Just want to say that we lived,
'We were living the life'...
That good Ke$ha crazy,
Will.I.Am beats -
Stage on the main floor,
Dropping to our feet;
You say 'people think we're slutty'
I say 'I had a good time' -
Always with you, trust me,
It's why I text you, 'your mine'.
We're The Subordinates, baby -
That's what we call ourselves;
Just a term that you used, I use lately -
'Cos I loved it in stories you tell.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown
Don't know these streets by name, but from an end to an end,
Laugh 'cos you say something that's my kind of depraved -
And you tell me that the next day never looks like I've raved;
When Ten-Thirty comes on Saturday and Sunday nights;
Ripping through the Man-tide by Old Compton's lights -
You're in your check, doll, bet I'll be in my shorts;
Tight - built, yet slight - get the attention we court.
We know it can't last forever,
We make it count now -
And don't these bodies work well together,
Well as we allow...
We're The Subordinates, baby -
That's what we call ourselves;
Just a term that you used, I use lately -
'Cos I loved it in stories you tell:
Jumping like wild-fire city street to street,
Y'know why we turned heads in 2013's heat;
Tell you you're that hot it's odd you just don't get enough -
Dream out loud in Joe and Juice the ways we'd love to get off -
We're drinking big -
Cider over wine,
The Denmark street stuff you can't finish, every time -
Thinking big,
Know what we'd like -
Just want to say that we lived,
'We were living the life'...
That good Ke$ha crazy,
Will.I.Am beats -
Stage on the main floor,
Dropping to our feet;
You say 'people think we're slutty'
I say 'I had a good time' -
Always with you, trust me,
It's why I text you, 'your mine'.
We're The Subordinates, baby -
That's what we call ourselves;
Just a term that you used, I use lately -
'Cos I loved it in stories you tell.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown