Fools Way To Paradise.

If you come crashing into my evening

I will tell you death is for losers

You will bitch and fight

But in the end we will be even

You will leave the burning car

I will take the million dollars

The cops will chase us over the border

Wait, weren’t we partners?

With a bullet in my gut I guess not

So I will let you hang me out to dry

Stooge for you in this life

But don’t sweat it my sweet
I'd have done harder yards for less

Trusting the one you love

Is always a fools way to paradise

© shaun patrick green 2014