Michael Millman

Michael Millman

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Best of Friends

Written By: Michael Millman

Best of Friends
Copyright 2006
Niels Michael Millman
Don’t worry I’ll grab those bags. I’m not parked too far from here.
How was your flight? Did you sleep through the night? I can’t believe it’s been almost 9 years.
I could say that it’s just like old times but I’m not going to stand here and lie,
When our lives are so closely intertwined, yet you can’t seem to look me in the eye.

Do you think that we could bury the hatchet in the dust?
Maybe learn to build a bridge over this sea of mistrust?
I know this hurt runs deep and the heart’s slow to mend,
But after all you’re still my brother and there was a time we were Best of Friends.

See that overgrown field up ahead? It’s all that’s left of our old Junior High.
Where you always made honour roll and I always only just made it by.
But growing up in your shadow don’t excuse that thing I’ve done
And if I could take it back I would.
Cuz I stole the heart of the woman you loved just to show the world I could .

Do you think that we could bury the hatchet in the dust?
Maybe learn to build a bridge over this sea of mistrust?
I know this hurt runs deep and the heart’s slow to mend,
But after all you’re still my brother and there was a time we were Best of Friends.

Last night as you raced through the clouds,
Mama told me that we’ve done her proud
And that she loved us more than we ever knew.
In her final breath she said: "Before you bury me, I’m begging you…

Do you think that you could bury the hatchet in the dust?
Maybe learn to build a bridge over this sea of mistrust?
I know this hurt runs deep and the heart’s slow to mend,
But now I’m asking as your mother, soon you’ll only have each other,
After all you are still brothers and there was a time you were Best of Friends.

The Last Thing on Your Mind

Written By: Michael Millman


The Last Thing On Your Mind
Copyright 2007
Niels Michael Millman

We shipped the kids off to Grandma's place tonight
It's just you and me and my fine cuisine, wine and candlelight.
But your cel phone rings, it's the same old thing. You've got somewhere else to be.
And you ain't keeping count of these rain cheques you bounce,
'cuz you know that you can count on me, to forgive you for everything.

So please, remember that your mine, and that I'll love you 'till the day I die.
Could you think of us sometimes? It ain't gonna kill you to try
To make a little room for me, in your busy, bustling life,
And please, could we make a little time for the the last thing on your mind.

Has your body forgotten all that sweet love that we made?
Stayin' up all night, making up from a fight. We were as full of hope as on our wedding day.
And through the ebbs and the flows and the highs and the lows, I've always carried on.
But lately it seems that I'm swimming upstream and I don't know if I can go on
The river's run cold for so long.

So please, remember that your mine, and that I'll love you 'till the day I die.
Could you think of us sometimes? It ain't gonna kill you to try
To make a little room for me, in your busy, bustling life.
And please, could we make a little time for the the last thing on your mind.

So c'mere baby, let me hold you tight. Feel your heartbeat next to mine.
And we'll melt into one, surely as the setting sun'll slip into the ocean tonight.


So please, remember that your mine, and that I'll love you 'till the day I die.
Could you think of us sometimes? It ain't gonna kill you to try
To make a little room for me, in your busy, bustling life.
And please, could we make a little time for the the last thing on your mind.

We shipped the kids off to Grandma's place tonight...

Mr Clean

Written By: N. Michael Millman

You're moping around like a dog at the pound
Cuz you don't get pet much these days
Scratchin' your head on the sofa bed wondering why you never get to see me in that negligee

Here's a clue on what you gotta do to put me in the mood for love
It's gonna take more than wine and candlelight
You gonna need a bucket and some rubber gloves

If you wanna get me hot
and take me over the top
'till I'm begging you please, Baby, don't stop
You gotta be a quicker picker upper than me
There's a mop in the cupboard, soap's on the shelf
This big ole house ain't gonna clean itself
So if you wanna get down, and get a little dirty with me, be my Mr Clean.

It's hard to feel delicious when the sink is full of dishes
and the baby spit-up in my hair
It's like I took a torpedo, straight to the libido
But there's on thing that still gets me there

Ooh, Honey, makes me feel a little funny when you drop to your knees and scrub
My desire don't get any higher, than when you're up to your elbows in suds.

If you wanna get me hot
and take me over the top
'till I'm begging you please, Baby, don't stop
You gotta be a quicker picker upper than me
There's a mop in the cupboard, soap on the shelf
This big ole house ain't gonna clean itself
So if you wanna get down, and get a little dirty with me, be my Mr Clean.

You wanna have things your way, but this is my kind foreplay
Roll up your sleeves, give it all you got,
Ah baby, you missed a spot. (disappointed)

If you wanna get me hot
and take me over the top
'till I'm begging you please, Baby, don't stop
You gotta be a quicker picker upper than me
There's a mop in the cupboard, soap's on the shelf
This big ole house ain't gonna clean itself
So if you wanna get down, and get a little dirty with me, be my Mr Clean.