A friend from work asked me to write a song about her. So here it is.
Roilin
Born in the City back in eighty-nine
Green eyes and long red hair like cherry wine
And you smoke cigarettes but that’s not why you cough up lugies
And every Saturday night you go out and you get down and boogie boogie
Roilin don’t stop your fooling
When you were younger you were fast as shit
Playing on the defensive line, the best player on the soccer pitch
You convinced the coach you could score a goal or two
Five foot three complete badassitude
Five foot three complete badassitude
Hey, Roilin why you have to be a badass?
Everything you do you do with style you do with class
When you saved all those kids from that burning orphanage
But after that you weren’t tired you put out the fire
You help old ladies cross the street there’s no stranger you could meet
Who is half as badass as you
But at the end of the day all I really have to say is
Roilin, “Alrighty then”
Tyrannosaurus Roi
Don’t you let it get you down
Don’t you let it get you down, Roi
