Charlatan

He walks into a posh nightclub
Scans the crowd thru the hubbub
Has you marked in a trice
A rich blonde with cascading curls, easy to entice;
Oh yes! you are his prize
Whispering sweet nothings would suffice
Soon has you blushing, Ah it’s your vice

Lies, Lies, Lies…..
He Lies, Lies, Lies…..He’s a charlatan

He bewitches you with his eyes
They are bright green and telling lies
Mesmerizes you with all his guiles
Makes you forget your mum’s old advice
Takes you to bed in his stranger’s guise
Will then show you all the highs
Along with tonight's moonrise

Lies, Lies, Lies…..
He Lies, Lies, Lies…..He’s a charlatan

You wake up alone in the bed
Realize that you’ve been an airhead
You look at the empty house around
Stand in the middle of your room dumbfound
Somewhere in your head there’s a dull aching
No point looking for the engagement ring
Too late, you’ve fallen for all his raving

Lies, Lies, Lies…..
He Lies, Lies, Lies…..He’s a charlatan

Soon you’ll be as obsessed as me
Yeah, I was his long island AMY
Believe me it’s just not my heart that I want
But till I find him, such taverns I shall haunt
For now he is far away from here,that am sure
Cavorting with another pretty he’s soon gonna lure
Forget any rule that still applies
Even she won’t get any chance at goodbyes

Lies, Lies, Lies…..
He Lies, Lies, Lies…..He’s a charlatan


~ KPR

It must be LOVE!

The first rays of the morning sun
Caress and nudge me awake
I run my hands through the tousled sheets
And press them to my face
I smell the sexy fragrance
That remind me he was there
I feel the tingles all over again, I swear

I go thru the day in a daze
I am seeing life in a haze
I am in the constant state of excite
I feel like chasing that high kite

It must be love, what I am feeling
This feeling is damn appealing
It must be love and I am reeling
Let’s go on a long drive to Darjeeling

Running amok in the twilight shields
Butterflies, a million in the cornfields
I sit by the window dreaming
His crinkly gray bluish eyes
All laws of nature it defies
That certain way he looks at me
And chants my name “oh Rosalie”

It must be love, what I am feeling
Oh my heart it is that you’re stealing
It must be love and I am keeling
Gimme a kiss that’s all revealing


Dancing at the downtown pub
He gathered me close amidst the hub
I run my hand over his scraggly stubble
I tell you, am living in a big love bubble
Back in our bed, in his warm embrace
Am thrilled as he confessed “Love you Rosalie Grace”
Smiling, I drift away having finally found my place.

It must be love; I know I belong with you
I would die but could never bid adieu
It must be love, what a colorful hue
I love you and I know this to be true
It must be love…I know it is…….

~ KPR