A week spent working together,
trying to stay in step...
Finally a party,
That makes us all relax.
Lots of dancing and acting crazy
This is the life of a marching band member.
A tall goofy cowboy dressed in
much more than a red plether vest,
dark summer tan and knee weakening smile.
This is my attraction.
As I stand next to him,
I see the sweat glistening on his brow.
I smell plether and valve oil.
It's an odd attraction...
that I have.
He sees me.... much different than him.
A quiet rebel decked out in Metallica gear.
I'm sure he smells vanilla
as he stands next to me.
It's odd but somehow I feel safe
With his arm around me and the
Music and laughter fades away..
© 2005 Amber Young
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