tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374144202011-04-21T12:13:43.683-07:00Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558551299020308163noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37414420.post-1163090155057298852006-11-09T08:06:00.000-08:002006-11-09T08:35:55.070-08:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Yeah but nobody searches<br />Nobody cares somehow<br />When the loving that you've wasted<br />Comes raining from a hapless cloud<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> And I might stop and look upon your face</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> See the living that surrounds me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Dissipate in a violet place</span><br /><br />Can't you see what you've done to my heart<br />And soul?<br />This is a wasteland now<br /><br />We spies<br />We slow hands<br />Put the weights all around yourself<br />We spies<br />Oh yeah we slow hands<br />You put the weights all around yourself now<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I submit my incentive is romance</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I watched the pole dance of the stars</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> We rejoice because the hurting is so painless</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> >From the distance of passing cars</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> But I am married to your charms & grace</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I just go crazy like the good old days</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> You make me want to pick up a guitar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you</span><br /><br />Can you see what you've done to my heart<br />And soul?<br />This is a wasteland now<br /><br />We spies<br />Yeah we slow hands<br />You put the weights all around yourself<br />We spies<br />Oh yeah we slow hands<br />Killer, for hire you know not yourself<br /><br />We spies<br />We slow hands<br />You put the weights all around yourself<br />We spies<br />Oh yeah we slow hands<br />We retire like nobody else<br />We spies<br />Intimate slow hands killer<br />For hire you know not yourself<br />We spies<br />Intimate slow hands<br />You let the face slap around herself<br /> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37414420-116309015505729885?l=unlimitedporn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558551299020308163noreply@blogger.com0