Hello Mystery

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By Sandwich Massacre •

*I want you to take me to a golf course And lie beside you under the moonlight Take me to Wal-Mart at 2 a.m. And buy muffins and milkshakes for tired cashiers **I don’t know what drew me here What this all means has to become clear But I think about you And I wonder about you Because I found a happy place hiding in your words ***Hello my mystery How are you, kind sir? Hello my mystery What this is, I’m not quite sure But it leaves me to wonder If it could be true That I could already be This crazy about you I want you to lay me beside you Engulfed in the warmth of our bodies, and wearing soft socks I want you to sing to me whether you can or not You’ve already won my heart and I like you a lot **/*** It’s kind of silly I find myself dreaming What it’s like to kiss you, hold you, touch your skin And look into your eyes I want to look into your eyes It’s kind of silly I find myself dreaming I find myself dreaming ***/ * 2004

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November 1, 2005 03:00waterlily

you are right in the fact that all of one's affection for another can B witnessed in the viewing of our beloved's eye/soul

November 2, 2005 23:55Sandwich Massacre

....duuuh. *eats a biscuit*

November 8, 2005 03:04bedazzled

hey sandwich old buddy we should get together and have a nice bitch about waterlily's 'pointing out the obvious' dumb comments

November 8, 2005 05:52Sandwich Massacre

nah... it's fine. i'm not on here to make enemies. i really just have my stuff on here so that it's saved online. if my computer ever decides to blow up on me, at least it's floating around in cyberworld. other people can say what they want and if it's helpful for me, then fine. if it's not, then maybe it just made the other person feel better. all in all, life is good.