I Like To Go Slow

She says she wants me but I don’t know
Does she want me the way I am
Does she understand that I like to go slow
Faster and faster away we go
But does she know I like to go slow

M.S. Morrison

In My Sin

How many times do I have to cry
to lie here in the grass
dodging the shadows
How many times do I have to try
to climb out of this place I am in
Lyin here a sinner wrapped up in my sin

M. S. Morrison