Friday, September 26, 2003 :::
Borrowed from Janie Jones:
You`re so gorgeous I`ll do anything
I`ll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins
You`re so perfect you`re so right as rain
You make me
Make me hungry again
Everything you do is irresistable
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can`t I be you?
I`ll run around in circles
Til I run out of breath
I`ll eat you all up
Or I`ll just hug you to death
You`re so wonderful
Too good to be true
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can`t I be you?
You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I`m smitten I`m bitten I`m hooked I`m cooked
I`m stuck like glue
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can`t I be you?
::: posted by Matt Dunegan at 1:01 PM
I have something to tell you, I have something that I want to share.
Don't wanna glaze your eyes over, I don't want to show off my nightmares.
I don't know why it is, it's just so
I don't know why that is, so there you go
Everytime that I hear these words it reminds me of you.
It's a funny old world and I want you to know you're very welcome.
I do hope you approve and it pleases me so to think you do.
Now please just between ourselves
Don't say a word to anyone else
Each time that I hear these sounds it reminds me of you.
The Master of this design, did give us garments and linens sublime
To garnish the hearts and thoughts we deign to find.
We who live to please must surely please to live.
Remember, not a word to anyone. This is our little secret.
we're turning the corner but we're not at our destination yet
and what of the future? what should the future hold? epilogue and conclusion?
::: posted by Matt Dunegan at 10:24 AM
Wednesday, September 24, 2003 :::
My love is like rolling cigarettes, if it's too tight or loose the whole thing falls apart
Your love's like a runaway caboose, and the engineer doesn't even know you're gone
My love, shows me how her garden grows, and when nighttime comes, we sail off together and dream
Your love's into everything that's gross, like amuptee love and midget pornography
Fools think love is like a carousel, for a shiny nickel, anyone can have a ride
Drool drips from the jaws of hungry hearts, so close your eyes and learn about the lover's art
My love is like rolling cigarettes, if it's too tight or loose the whole thing falls apart
Your love's like a runaway caboose, and the engineer doesn't even know you're gone
::: posted by Matt Dunegan at 12:24 PM
