real world music
makes college musicians cry
... what... i can't play this

man, she seems like fun
so playful and fun-loving
a site for sore eyes

the sweat starts to bead
she can see the finish line
but does this race end?

the snow casts a mist
it's easy to get lost in
keep searching for spring

the bird was a chick
teachers were once the students
your future is bright

oh, i'm on to you...
you play the part of a fool
wolf in sheep's clothing

while walking downtown
wind gusts were my misfortune
but made someone's day

like a big brown bear
searching for a small morsel;
i'm looking for you