i always sound like a hurricane should;
bold, and salty, and a little bit violent,
and my waves crash down on you
like feathers from the sky.

my rash brash demeanor don't have you fooled,
and you know i'm just sweet as sin on the inside.

but i've fooled many with my osh kosh ways,
and you'd never know of the hurricane inside
if i wasn't quite so hard on you,
and you wasn't quiet so soft
for me.

28may09