Hello Mystery, by Sandwich Massacre
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*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
***/ *
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| Posted: 2005-11-11 22:17:11 UTC |
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| 2005-11-01 03:00:55 | waterlily |
| 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 |
| 2005-11-08 03:04:45 | bedazzled |
| hey sandwich old buddy we should get together and have a nice bitch about waterlily's 'pointing out the obvious' dumb comments |
| 2005-11-08 05:52:03 | Sandwich 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. |