Oh Wa tagus Siam
he he, so this song has been playing for no real reason in my head for a while. As far as I can tell, when it's there I'm happy (not to say when it's not there, I'm not...)
She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess
If you catch her stealin, she won't confess
She's beautiful
She smokes a pack a day,wait that's me, well, anyway.
She doesn't care a thing about that.
Hey she think's I'm beautiful.
She never compromises, loves babies and surprises
Wears hi-heels when she exercises
Ain't that beautiful
Meet Virginia
Her daddy wrestles alligators, Mama works on carburetors
Her brother is a fine mediator for the President
Well here she is again on the phone
Just like me hates to be alone
We just like to sit at home, and rip on the President
Meet Virginia
Well she wants to live her life
Then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back as she screams
I don't really wanna live this life
She only drinks coffee at Midnight, when the moment is not
right, her timing is quite-unusual
you see her confidence is tragic, but her intuition magic
and the shape of her body - unusual
Meet Virginia-I can't wait to
Meet Virginia-Yea
Isn't it silly. I think, my mind is a combination of songs more than anything else. I really love that, since music doesn't really get to me much. I;m a mix of bad contemporary christian, sappy love songs, counting crows, '50's musicals, the Paraclesis in tone 8, and this strange amogumation of songs that were hits when I was in high school like this one and ben folds five.
In the depth of my being I think I would like to be this person, and the one from "she's got a way" by billy Joel (wow, I want to be a Billy Joel song?)
Does that mean I want to be the center of attention, have songs and stories and pictures all about me, probably, but to be fair I do pick some stange ones to be, and really, who doesn't want to be noticed, at least by a few. Okay, so I know that I'm noticed, you can't go around wearing wedding dresses without being noticed. So I guess if I find a song about a woman running around in a wedding dress, that it's about me. Maybe I'm the girl in the 'ypu're so vain' song...yeah, that could so be me.
She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess
If you catch her stealin, she won't confess
She's beautiful
She smokes a pack a day,wait that's me, well, anyway.
She doesn't care a thing about that.
Hey she think's I'm beautiful.
She never compromises, loves babies and surprises
Wears hi-heels when she exercises
Ain't that beautiful
Meet Virginia
Her daddy wrestles alligators, Mama works on carburetors
Her brother is a fine mediator for the President
Well here she is again on the phone
Just like me hates to be alone
We just like to sit at home, and rip on the President
Meet Virginia
Well she wants to live her life
Then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back as she screams
I don't really wanna live this life
She only drinks coffee at Midnight, when the moment is not
right, her timing is quite-unusual
you see her confidence is tragic, but her intuition magic
and the shape of her body - unusual
Meet Virginia-I can't wait to
Meet Virginia-Yea
Isn't it silly. I think, my mind is a combination of songs more than anything else. I really love that, since music doesn't really get to me much. I;m a mix of bad contemporary christian, sappy love songs, counting crows, '50's musicals, the Paraclesis in tone 8, and this strange amogumation of songs that were hits when I was in high school like this one and ben folds five.
In the depth of my being I think I would like to be this person, and the one from "she's got a way" by billy Joel (wow, I want to be a Billy Joel song?)
Does that mean I want to be the center of attention, have songs and stories and pictures all about me, probably, but to be fair I do pick some stange ones to be, and really, who doesn't want to be noticed, at least by a few. Okay, so I know that I'm noticed, you can't go around wearing wedding dresses without being noticed. So I guess if I find a song about a woman running around in a wedding dress, that it's about me. Maybe I'm the girl in the 'ypu're so vain' song...yeah, that could so be me.