Phunk

Phunk

I like to listen to music on headphones,

Fervent funky flatulence fermenting fairly forever.

Can you dig it Baby?

Wait wait wait,

She a jive young thing,

I swear she bleached her smile young thing,

Heaven is in denial young thing,

Makes Aphrodite look wild young thing.

Can you dig it?

Rhythm soon becomes 22+2,

Chemistry, 3 moles of the previous 2

Physically the sun revolves around the moon,

Chloroplast is seeing to it that the flower does bloom.

I say I say

   can you dig it?

Groovy groove,

4 windows surround,

Is that the beating of my heart?

Her heart beats the sound.

Can you

         Feel it baby?

Feel the harmony down in your soul,

Chords wrap around your spirit soon taking control.

Hooking your mind until making magical goals,

Bridging 1 to 1 until 2 finally pay the toll.

You gotta feel it baby

Songs sing simple, simply put not long,

From this point forward…

Voyage with a song.

I know you feel it baby.