The Cold Breeze Featuring Simon David Jr. Lyrics by Richard David Pasquarella

[Chorus] Have you ever felt the.... cold breeze I think I've always known that she's Not so good for me But I love her anyway And don't try to stop me I know what's good for me Just you try and stop me

[Verse] Do you ever dream of the sun during the night sky and of its eventual return Have you ever felt like it's all done like it's over Despite a vicious cross-over And a double dribble called carelessly By that obviously bias
Referee The one with the bum knee

Who is following me, following me All over the court you see Calling fouls and technical fouls All over the Eastern sea Don't you see? Or are you just done with me, done with me Oh, oh ,oh Foul on him, foul on her, foul on me I'll ropa-dope-ya til you just can't see Back and forth, back and forth And now a fading three Nothing but net for as long as the eyes can see Now that's chivalry And a cold breeze

[Chorus] Have you ever felt the cold breeze I think I've always known that she's The one for me Have you ever felt the.... cold breeze... You'll never take the ball, from me But you can take the games With thee

[Verse] Do you ever dream of the moon The way it shined bright on the honeymoon But now the honeymoon's over As the drone's fly over Shining that light, following me, following me As I pass over, and commit another unforced turnover As I hear the crowd turn on me, turn on me Due to my vicious hangover, that has now spilt over Into my performance says the color man, on the voiceover He say "He tried the double steal, double steal" "Now he been caught stealing, twice, on the same play!!" "That's so unreal, surreal, not Ideal, what an ordeal" "He must not be getting his four-square meals, per day" "Now he's stealing home, on the play, it's gonna be close, ya say" "I don't think so Bob, he going to be out by a mile" says the play by play On his final at bat, he going to try for that inside the park Not sure how that will work “He ain't got it out the infield yet on this network.” And then comes a sight you ain't never seen Fouls it back off the catcher's neck, catcher’s neck Now it flying toward the upper deck Is it fair? Is it foul? The ump don't know, he ain't never seen it before It's got to be a technical foul But he's rounding the bases waving a towel, as the crowd growls, and howls The striped men in a huddle, so befuddled And then the one with the finger waving in a circle And this is before replay, before ring doorbells and mass surveillance of all we say So, he going to touch all those bases you say And that's all I have to say About that