Apr 17, 2005 00:23
you : know who i love? tim thats who. his hair's real short, his electronics, brand new. he has no culture, hes too american for that, he kinda likes me, he doesnt think im fat.
you : his clothes are lovely, his music is bad, but thats ok, because he's a nice lad
you : he's quite irish, i guess you can see, that hes just so darn perfect, perfect for me.
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me : there's a girl that lives in queens, and she's perfect so it seems, she keeps her hair tied in a bun, and to me she's number one, I wouldn't be a happy guy, if I had never gone to stuy, and there I met my favorite girl, and so our lives will together unfurl, and we'll go forever and forever we'll win, until forever will have been, and even then we'll be together, because tim and nona, they're forever.
me : the girl I love she writes some poems, and together we look at homes, but we never really get one, so we do bad things in the bare sun, people see us and we don't care, I gave that up like having hair, and even though I hate the rest, I love my nona and she's the best.