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Love him. I love him love him love him love him.
I'm officially Nutty.
This spells an end to my whoredom, I guess! And I have enjoyed it. But oh my GOSH, do I adore this boy or what?
AHHHHHHHHH. And Six Feet Under is so good, and yeah everyone watched it except me, I know, but he's so SMART. Smart and hot and not prejudiced for a Christian and oh, Infatuation Central.
"That time you shook my hand, it felt so nice; I swear I never feel this way about any other guy, and I never usually notice people's eyes, but..."
I put this on his CD. But it was the last track, and you always have to make the last track really COUNT, and the CD apparently stopped working at track 13... sigh.
Simply knowing you exist ain't good enough for me,
But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate,
Seeing as I can't even say 'hi' when you walk by,
And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice,
I swear I never feel this way about any other guy,
And I never usually notice people's eyes, but...
I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally,
But I was walking along and I bumped into you much more heavily
Than I'd originally planned,
It was well embarrassing and
I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat.
I just think that we'd get on,
I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song,
But yeah, I just think that we might get on.
So I went to that party,
Everyone - they were kind of arty,
And I was wearing this dress,
'Cos I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure if I looked my best,
'Cos I was so nervous,
But I carried on regardless
Strutting through each room
Trying to find you -
And when I saw you kissing that girl,
My heart, it shattered,
And my eyes, they watered,
And when I tried to speak, I stuttered,
And my friends were like, "Whatever,
"You'll find someone better,
"His eyes were way too close together,
"And we never even liked him from the start
"And now he's with that tart
"And I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park
"With Michael,
"He said she's easy,
"And if your guy's with someone that's sleazy,
"Then he ain't worth your time
"'Cos you deserve a real nice guy."
So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry,
And lock myself in the toilets for the entire night.
Saturday night - I watch channel five,
I particularly like CSI.
I don't ever dream about you and me,
I don't ever make up stuff about us that would be considered insanity,
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in,
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you are still seeing,
I don't know your timetable,
I don't know your face off by heart,
But I must admit that there is a part
That still thinks that we might get on,
We might get on.
I'm officially Nutty.
This spells an end to my whoredom, I guess! And I have enjoyed it. But oh my GOSH, do I adore this boy or what?
AHHHHHHHHH. And Six Feet Under is so good, and yeah everyone watched it except me, I know, but he's so SMART. Smart and hot and not prejudiced for a Christian and oh, Infatuation Central.
"That time you shook my hand, it felt so nice; I swear I never feel this way about any other guy, and I never usually notice people's eyes, but..."
I put this on his CD. But it was the last track, and you always have to make the last track really COUNT, and the CD apparently stopped working at track 13... sigh.
Simply knowing you exist ain't good enough for me,
But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate,
Seeing as I can't even say 'hi' when you walk by,
And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice,
I swear I never feel this way about any other guy,
And I never usually notice people's eyes, but...
I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally,
But I was walking along and I bumped into you much more heavily
Than I'd originally planned,
It was well embarrassing and
I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat.
I just think that we'd get on,
I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song,
But yeah, I just think that we might get on.
So I went to that party,
Everyone - they were kind of arty,
And I was wearing this dress,
'Cos I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure if I looked my best,
'Cos I was so nervous,
But I carried on regardless
Strutting through each room
Trying to find you -
And when I saw you kissing that girl,
My heart, it shattered,
And my eyes, they watered,
And when I tried to speak, I stuttered,
And my friends were like, "Whatever,
"You'll find someone better,
"His eyes were way too close together,
"And we never even liked him from the start
"And now he's with that tart
"And I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park
"With Michael,
"He said she's easy,
"And if your guy's with someone that's sleazy,
"Then he ain't worth your time
"'Cos you deserve a real nice guy."
So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry,
And lock myself in the toilets for the entire night.
Saturday night - I watch channel five,
I particularly like CSI.
I don't ever dream about you and me,
I don't ever make up stuff about us that would be considered insanity,
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in,
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you are still seeing,
I don't know your timetable,
I don't know your face off by heart,
But I must admit that there is a part
That still thinks that we might get on,
We might get on.