Tell Me

Well if you think I’m cute and charming TELL ME…
Don’t be shy, look me in the eyes and just TELL ME…
Don’t be afraid to say what’s on your mind, you
Just might be surprised, if you think I might be what
You need and you might wanna get to know me
Better, well TELL ME, just c’mon now and TELL ME…
Because that’s how a chance meeting could end up
Changing your life, when you get up the courage to say
Hey would you like to do something that is if you’re
Not busy tonight…well who knows you just might not
Have to spend another night alone, sitting home, just
Sitting home…I believe there’s somebody for everybody
And so if you’re looking for someone who’ll really
Love you; I could be just what you’ve been looking for
And more, yeah I could be just what you need to set
Your spirit free but you gotta TELL ME, don’t be shy
Just look me in the eyes and say hey let’s do something
When you get off work tonight, what do you got to
Lose, this could be the chance meeting that change
Both our lives but I’m not a mind reader baby and
I’ll never know unless you TELL ME, just open up your
Heart, set your spirit free and TELL ME, just c’mon now

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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