ALL IíM SAYING IS MAYBE

 

 

Baby, Iím ice.

Iím like the chill in your glass.

I havenít the time or the place.

Baby, Iím hard.

Iím like the sun in your face.

You have an attraction to me.

Itís all very nice.

Iím not keeping score.

Itís all a petty game to me.

Until you beg.

Until you say pretty please.

Until you beg on your knees,

all Iím saying is

maybe.

Baby, Iím cool.

Iím like the wind in your eyes.

I havenít the want or the need.

Baby, Iím cold.

Iíve got the edge on your head.

You can turn on the T.V.

Itís all very nice.

Iím not keeping count.

Your not the only fish in the sea.

Until you beg.

Until you say pretty please.

Until you beg on your knees,

all Iím saying is

maybe.

Until you beg.

Until you say pretty please.

Until you beg on your knees,

all Iím saying is

maybe.

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1998

Peggy Penny

LETíS WORK IT OUT

 

 

Letís work it out

so our hearts

wonít be hurt again.

For some day, we may

see each

other,

let it be as friends.

Letís work it out

so our hearts

can begin to mend.

We know some day, we may

see each

other again.

We were meant to be,

the words you said to me,

still fill my dreams.

We were mean to be,

the love you gave to me,

still feels so real.

Letís work it out.

Letís start

something new.

For some day, we may

see each

other,

let it be old news.

Letís work it out.

So our eyes wonít

give us away.

For some day, we may

see each

other,

and find that love has stayed.

 

Copyright 1998

Peggy Penny

A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

 

 

 

While your fixing the car,

Iíll be out in the light

being a star.

Do you even know

what a woman you lost.

You donít be sleep alone,

let me tell you good bye

and wish you luck.

ĎCause I think that you know

how a woman can hurt.

No, a house is not a home

without a woman.

No, itís just no good

without her.

A house is not a home

without love.

Itís just four walls

without her.

While your filling the bed

Iíll be out in the night

pulling ahead.

What have I got to lose?

Iím the one with the goods.

You can put up the walls,

fill them in

but a house is not a home

without a woman.

Do you think I donít know,

how much a woman is worth.

No, a house is not a home

without a woman.

No, itís just no good

without her.

A house is not a home

without love.

Itís just four walls

without her.

Copyright 1998

Peggy Penny

 

 

TROUBLE IS, I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

Fair is fair play.

 Then rushed upon me a thousand memories

that I should never write about.

My life as a tragedy was now unfolding.

My parents stood in slat sunlight,

trying not to look embarrassed.

How long will I be forever tormented?

Only seventeen years and still counting.

No doubt there will be pride in my eyes,

Ignorant of the doors that oppress me.

But like the child I carry,

I will grow to be more like a woman

than like the girl in trouble.

Copyright 1998

Peggy Penny