AEROBIC RIDER

You’re down in sheets,
I try to quiet down, and I’ll repeat:
You’re spidering – how can aerobic teachers
have to sleep – all day?

I walk in the room,
you stood there with your joghurt spoon

and let reflections feed you, feed you, feed
you dont make much of outside,
tangled up in Grapevine!
B.T., won’t you Monster Step away now?

You’re playing here
We got to walk by and it starts a fire
No away around
your amature interpretations of Satie
and the world – so crazed!

I walk in the room,
you stood there with your joghurt spoon
and let reflections feed you, feed you, feed
you dont make much of outside,
tangled up in Grapevine!
B.T., won’t you Monster Step away now?

And your soul asylum
that you keep yourself inside-
well, outside, we all
we get down, get down too!
Aerobic Rider, cardiovascular ventures
You’re hard to find

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