Kicks

Kicks

A Poem by Alex Borst

Well go ahead baby
Get your kicks on me
Yeah go ahead girl
Get your kicks on me
Cause I'll be right here honey
Til someone fixes me

You had an axe to grind
I let you grind on me
You had an axe to grind
I was your grinding stone
Well this stone's gone rolling
And found its way back home

In a cold dark winter
Far away from home
Yeah a cold dark winter
Chilled me to my bones
Well that winter's gone now
But it's left me cold

So go ahead baby
Get your kicks on me
Yeah go ahead girl
Get your kicks on me
Cause I'll be right here honey
Til someone fixes me

© 2015 Alex Borst


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Added on March 20, 2015
Last Updated on June 20, 2015