LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jacko Dale

Leesa is her name, Friendly lass she is. Pity she's a work mate,
For I made a rule, I won't go out with work mates, Work mate's, I won't go out with. What do I do now? For I made a rule.
She is a beauty, With a body you just want to hold on too, Embrace all night.
I must be a fool, A fool hiding behind a Rule, For who would let Leesa go, Let Leesa pass by on you?
She is a beauty, With that smiling face, Oh those stunning eyes, Can't let her go on bye,
For I made a rule, I won't go out with work mate's, Work mate's, I won't go out with. What do I do now? For I made a rule.
She's a game player, Enjoys a good time, Knows how to rev you up, With those wandering hands, What hasn't she got?
Maybe, rules, Just can't be applied, With Leesa as a work mate
She likes to club it, When she's got the time, With a drink in between songs.
Rules were, Written to be broken, Just can't be applied, With Leesa as a work mate. This time