Naughty

My mouth is where your force is, my head is where your hands, And it is my best poem, I'm writing it with a smile. I'm yours - because you mean freedom, I'm yours - because you mean love. Because I am Brick Liza Today and for all times. I want to see you in Peter, I want ot see you in Skype, but you are hiding like Jesus and I'll never feel your hand. Exuse me for such a freaking, exuse me for such attack. You wanted us to be windy - so get now what for you ask. Lets really find a flower, lets really then pass by. and go to some other towers, to other ponds in the sky! I want to be free and naughty, Like butterfly in a flight! But I will remain haughty when opening my eyes!