I want to ride the highway west
Don’t you love her madly, don’t you need her badly
Don’t you love her ways, tell me what you say
Don’t you love her madly, wanna be her daddy
Don’t you love her face
Don’t you love her as she’s walkin’ out the door
Like she did one thousand times before
Don’t you love her ways, tell me what you say
Don’t you love her as she’s walkin’ out the door
All your love x4
All your love is gone,
So sing a lonely song
Of a deep blue dream,
Seven horses seem to be on the mark
I posted pictures in my Xanga and I have a lot of work to do so go there if you would like to see a few pics from my trip/easter eggs. Mmmm... sparkles. This weekend should be interesting.Oh well. Inner conflict is lame. On Saturday I'll probably end up eating ice cream and watching The Noteboook and the sequel to Bridget Jones's Diary. Yummy. And probably clean out my car... it definitely needs it.
Mmmm... The Doors. You are my true love. And your music contains a tambourine, so that must mean we're soul mates. Score. Too bad you all did so many drugs, but if you hadn't would your music be so good? Would Jim Morrison have been even half as poetic without the drugs? There is something to ponder for the night. Maybe if I get done with my homework early I can go listen to them and ponder all the things that need to be pondered. Maybe I will find the key to happiness, or the meaning of life, and maybe I'll find out that those are directly related some how, and then maybe my head will explode.
but none of that can be accomplish until I finish my homework.
Don’t you love her ways, tell me what you say
Don’t you love her madly, wanna be her daddy
Don’t you love her face
Don’t you love her as she’s walkin’ out the door
Like she did one thousand times before
Don’t you love her ways, tell me what you say
Don’t you love her as she’s walkin’ out the door
All your love x4
All your love is gone,
So sing a lonely song
Of a deep blue dream,
Seven horses seem to be on the mark
I posted pictures in my Xanga and I have a lot of work to do so go there if you would like to see a few pics from my trip/easter eggs. Mmmm... sparkles. This weekend should be interesting.Oh well. Inner conflict is lame. On Saturday I'll probably end up eating ice cream and watching The Noteboook and the sequel to Bridget Jones's Diary. Yummy. And probably clean out my car... it definitely needs it.
Mmmm... The Doors. You are my true love. And your music contains a tambourine, so that must mean we're soul mates. Score. Too bad you all did so many drugs, but if you hadn't would your music be so good? Would Jim Morrison have been even half as poetic without the drugs? There is something to ponder for the night. Maybe if I get done with my homework early I can go listen to them and ponder all the things that need to be pondered. Maybe I will find the key to happiness, or the meaning of life, and maybe I'll find out that those are directly related some how, and then maybe my head will explode.
but none of that can be accomplish until I finish my homework.