Oh, you sing it Paul McCartney & Wings. You just sing it out now.
CLASSY LADY ALERT!
Someone is having themselves a fancy little party! There's cigs, mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and a box of wine. A box of wine, Wings, and thou. "Thou" being this blog.
Sheesh, get a room you two.
5 comments:
Boxed wine??!! Barber put down Billy Joel's drink of choice and call me!
Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage
in my head
You make sense of madness when my sanity
hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you seam to understand
Now and forever
I will be your man
Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a fortune that heaven has given
to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever
I will be you man
Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won't be alone anymore
If I'd only known you were there all the @me
All this time
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the
sand
Now and forever
I will be your man
Now and forever
I will be your man
I look in your eyes and I can see
We’ve loved so dangerously
You’re not trusting your heart to anyone
You tell me you’re gonna play it smart
We’re through before we start
But I believe that we’ve only just begun
When it’s this good, there’s no saying no
I want you so, I’m ready to go
Chorus:
Through the fire
To the limit, to the wall
For a chance to be with you
I’d gladly risk it all
Through the fire
Through whatever, come what may
For a chance at loving you
I’d take it all the way
Right down to the wire
Even through the fire
I know you’re afraid of what you feel
You still need time to heal
And I can help if you’ll only let me try
You touch me and something in me knew
What I could have with you
Well I’m not ready to kiss that dream goodbye
When it’s this sweet, there’s no saying no
I need you so, I’m ready to go
Chorus
Through the test of time
Chorus
Through the fire, to the limit
Through the fire, through whatever
Through the fire, to the limit
Through the fire, through whatever
What's sadder drinking with your blog or blogging to your friend sitting next to you?
Saddest: Drinking wine out of a box at home while your friend talks to you on the phone about how she's going to put lyrics in your blog's comment section.
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