Yes well, A FLY is a triangle. Rocket! It has a spring & moves around freely. Inside spinach is stuffed & there is no machine.
When I was a little girl we had this little game but you're never too old, too old to have fun.
"Ooh!"
"What is it?"
"Give me a minute. Give me a clue"
"Time's up, come on Siobhan, what is it?"
"It's a pencil!"
"Ouch!"
"OK, my turn."
"Not so hard!
"Mmmm, it's warm."
"What is it? What is it?"
"It better not be your finger, we said no fingers."
"Come on, I give up."
"It's my toe"
"Oooh... get it out"
It's more fun with a friend, but you can play it alone when you're the only one home. Q-tips are small, but I put in two or three. Watch with the mirror and move them real quickly. The handle of a hairbrush. Or my electric shaver. Fisher-Price people.
Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>
I'm walking in your shoes, going where there are lots of girls like I used to be when you met me. I thought I was the trap, but I was the bait I got a lot of attention, I got a lot of attention I used to get a lot of attention Then I thought it meant I was pretty Now I think it meant I was young and it showed I'm walking in your shoes, I'm going where there are lots of girls like I used to be when you met me.
Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>
I can't sit down and I can't sit still
My hands have their own mind
My mind has its own will.
I'm going to count to ten
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
I'll take a slow breath
and then I'll take one again
We live as we dream
We live as we dream
We live as we dream
alone
I can't sit down and I can't sit still
My hands have their own mind
My mind has its own will.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
I almost cried today but I didn't
I bought makeup instead
I almost went home by habit
But almost not
There's a scratch on my hand a week old
It's almost gone
I almost wish it would stay
but almost not
I'm going downtown to see a band
I hate my clothes
I don't like you anymore so don't
think I'm saying good things about you
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My country men Kiltartan's poor;
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, no cheering crowds;
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
She seemed to be anatomically correct
but normal is what's normal
for you
that's what they say on public t.v.
but I had to see for myself
We parked down by the river
and climbed in the back seat
and now I could draw you a picture
if I felt like doing you a favor
There's a light around your head, and your feet leave no trace.
I can't look at your face, but I cannot look away.
Direct my gaze,
Guide my steps,
Clear my sight,
Free my tongue
To speak Your name.
Angels in the air I breathe, angels, listen to my prayer.
Angels breathe the air we see, there's an angel beside you there.
It says your name, its hand reaches out, it touches your head.
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There are any # of them, how many girls she loves. Please tell how they are loved: any # of ways. Too pretty for the light... too pretty to look at. You can dare though when you're friends, then to stare and the smile has meaning: less stark, not loess pretty, more human. Jodyne's arms are so smooth. She has almost no hair on her body. Churla has a pretty little mustache. Does it tickle to kiss? And hair on her arms... any # of hairs.
I wish I were in East St. Louis,
Being beaten and robbed in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart.
I wish I were back in high school
Being picked on by assholes in gym
And bored by teachers who resent you because you're young.
Anywhere but here,
with anyone but you.
If I were Brad Davis in that movie in a Turkish prison,
being beaten on the soles of my feet I'd smile.
Anywhere but here,
With anyone but you.
Anywhere but here,
With anyone but you.
Because you're as bad as it gets.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
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I wear full women's attire
very frilly, very feminine
And I have men meet me at home
and do what they want to me
Murdo
Perverted animal
I like to play
Kenny waits in here with a red cap on
Date created: 10 October 1995 Last modified: 29 November 1997 Maintained by: Allan Hise hise@io.com