Mister Mister what are you doing
stepping into my dream?
I thought I told you to stay away –
things here are not what they seem.
You know a girl needs lots of time
to properly color her moon,
And I keep stepping out of the lines
cause’ you keep arriving too soon.
You may not know it takes some people
years getting the colors just right,
And this, Mister Mister I’ve been trying to do
with just about all of my might.
So please Mister Mister, if you don’t mind,
please step on out of my space.
Because I’m not ready to go with you,
You see, I kind of like this place.
© DiAnne Ebejer