Slip by JoAnn Allie Rankin, copy right 2002

Strange thoughts plague my mind
The oddest things at the craziest times
Oh… get a hold, get a grip
Oh… careful, you might slip

If I smile for now reason
You can define, is that treason?
Oh… get a hold, get a grip
Oh… I fear that I might slip

 Cause when I look at you, look you
 When I see your loving face
 My wayward thoughts erase
 And when I gaze into your eyes
 That’s when I realize, I realize
 That I am changed, I’m rearranged

Strange thoughts, strange but true
The oddest things when I’m with you
Oh… get a hold, get a grip
Oh… what’s it like to slip?

 Cause when you look at me, look at me
 With that smile upon your face
 My anxious thoughts replace
 In your eyes I feel beautiful, beautiful
 And it’s wonderful, so wonderful
 To let go, to lose control

When you say “slip away with me, slip away with me, darling….”