Let me tell you the story of a man, whom you ador Whose eyes are like pools of madnes
His calculated stroll is measure His steps seem free willed to the untrained eye Crawling out, crawling out beneath the veil of the nigh
But I am his secret babe and yo But I am his secret babe and yo You, you, You are his wif
So Let me tell you the story of a man, whom you adore Whose eyes are adorned with shades so dar
His calculated stroll is measure His steps seem free willed to the untrained eye
And it’s been so many years since you’ve kissed this floo When I go away, you’ll come back for mor
But I am his secret babe and yo But I am his secret babe and yo You, you, You are his wif
Your hands are tied to his word Crawling out ‘neath the veil of the nigh Standing tall, Standing tal Like if the rain was his mothe
His truth is a lie, but better than a trut is a truthful lie with sparks of lov And it’s been so many years since you’ve kissed this floo When I go away, you’ll come back for mor Alright!
Comments for His Secret (With Becky Lee Walters)
Let me tell you the story of a man, whom you ador
Whose eyes are like pools of madnes
His calculated stroll is measure
His steps seem free willed to the untrained eye
Crawling out, crawling out beneath the veil of the nigh
But I am his secret babe and yo
But I am his secret babe and yo
You, you, You are his wif
So Let me tell you the story of a man, whom you adore
Whose eyes are adorned with shades so dar
His calculated stroll is measure
His steps seem free willed to the untrained eye
And it’s been so many years since you’ve kissed this floo
When I go away, you’ll come back for mor
But I am his secret babe and yo
But I am his secret babe and yo
You, you, You are his wif
Your hands are tied to his word
Crawling out ‘neath the veil of the nigh
Standing tall, Standing tal
Like if the rain was his mothe
His truth is a lie, but better than a trut
is a truthful lie with sparks of lov
And it’s been so many years since you’ve kissed this floo
When I go away, you’ll come back for mor
Alright!