Apr 16, 2001 22:47
Where does the misunderstanding come from, demanding that we be outstanding and then some? Perfection never was a requirement, although some may say we desired it. I see, that I don't see. Do they see You when they see me?
Augh! Odio l'italiano. Alle volte, desidero lascia la classe e continuare con troppo meno classi.
Boccaccio, Boccaccio, how do I hate thee? Let me freaking count the ways!
song lyrics,
italian