He will pretend to be interested
when you scrapbook
he will really be enthralled
when you dance
he will walk by a seashore
with you hand in hand
he will sit down
and help you count the sand
he will never forget his passion for you
it will simply never go out of fashion
he will be there when you are well
and be there when things go to h#**
he will warm you when you are cold
even once you are old
He will remeber you in the fire of his youth
because that will be his eternal truth
he will do all this and much more
and by he
I
of
course
mean
Me

When the moon is bright
And I'm all alone
In the still quiet of the night.
A million things
Run threw my mind
Repeated again and again.
I think of a past
Thats not so grand
And a future that lookes so grim.
Then i think of your smiling face
And suddenly im happy agian.

I went up to the mountain,
because you asked me to,
up over the clouds,
to where the sky was blue.
I could see all around me,
everywhere.
I could see all around me,
everywhere.

Sometimes I feel like,
I've never been nothing but tired,
and I'll be walking
til the day I expire.
Sometimes I lay down,
no more can I do,
but then I go on again
because you ask me to.

Some days I look down,
afraid I will fall,
and though the sun shines,
I see nothing at all.
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go,
come and then go,
telling me softly
you love me so.

I think about girls when I wake up
I think about girls when I go to sleep
I think about girls when I shave
I think about girls when I shower
I think about girls when I am hungry
I think about girls while I eat
I think about girls and it gives me power
so I think about girls when I work
I also think about girls when I am tired
and I wake up
I think about girls
when I am wired
to take me higher
I think about girls when I date
I defiantly think about girl(s) when I mate
I think about girls when I write
I think about girls when I read
I don't know
is it just me
or do I see
a pattern her
I mean here?
;)

The square
forgets how to right angle
and then becomes a circle
the center falls out
of the circle
and then it becomes a
donut
Homer Simpson
takes a bite
and
it
becomes
a poor
crescent
hmmm crescents
with jam and butter