To: secret garden
Isles played like crap.
She comes out of the sun
In a silk dress runnin,
Like a water color in the rain...
Don’t bother asking for...
Explanations,
She’ll just tell you that she came,
In the Year of the cat.(cue the cello)
Late night earworm.lol
90 posted on
10/19/2013 9:17:08 PM PDT by
hobbes1
(Hobbes1TheOmniscient® "St.Sarah, the1Tru Conservative that REFUSES to unite us and Save America"you)
To: hobbes1
This song has been stuck in my head for the past 2 days. Now it's yours. Sunday night mellow tune.
Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
95 posted on
10/20/2013 9:20:05 PM PDT by
secret garden
(Why procrastinate when you can perendinate?)
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