Posted October 13th, 2004 at 1:58PMShe says It helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
She swears I’m a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
But she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I’m just prey to the female,
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
All the people that you’ve loved they’re all bound to leave some keepsakes.
I’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time to learn your way.
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok.
I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing you don’t sleep tonight
It’s like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don’t bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
You come here to me.
We’ll pick up those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me…
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
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I’m in such a good mood! Have an extra long weekend off, will be going home. Got some extra-ordinary plans for this weekend. Woot!
Now I just have to write this little two page blurb for my Israel class and I’m SET.
German class was a fucking RIOT today. All we did was listen to German pop. Of course, we had to listen to 99 luftballons. Half of the stuff was just so awesome – so eighties – that it was totally killer. He gave us lyrics to all the songs, I’m going to check out some of the bands. Download a few mp3′s perhaps. My German teacher is so rad. If I was gay.. 
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