I’m blocked until I open the window
and in you come, slipping in with the rain.
Back again, my naughty friend, to put your
bad, bad thoughts into my brain.
Writing! My sultry lover,
you’re back again!
You’re like a shot of liquid inspiration,
being with you is like being on vacation.
Now you’re back to stay a while with me
let’s pose for the paparazzi,
‘cause honey you know,
we get along famously.
You know you want me,
my sweet burst of creativity.
A meeting of minds it’s about time,
we got back together to shake it all up.
Don’t mind if it hurts to leave you again,
I’ll save the notes you leave for me for a rainy day.
Take your stuff and close the door,
I’ll edit your remnants and hope for more.
Oh, writing, my naughty, naughty amigo,
easily come and easily go.
It’s sad to see you’ve limited time for me,
you who comes and goes so fleetingly.
No, writing, you don’t care for me,
yeah, writing you treat me badly,
but I’m damn if I don’t love thee.
Yeah I’m damn if I don’t love thee.
