אני רק רוצה לצאת בסדר עם כולם.
כמה זין אני זורקת לאחרונה, זה מדהים. שונאת להיות כזאת אדישה.
Well, if not, he's got inner beauty
And I dream of a place
Where we could be together at last
A matchbox of our own
A fence of real chain link,
A grill out on the patio
Disposal in the sink
A washer and a dryer and an ironing machine
In a tract house that we share
.Somewhere that's green
He rakes and trims the grass
He loves to mow and weed
I cook like Betty Crocker
And I look like Donna Reed
There's plastic on the furniture
To keep it neat and clean
In the Pine-Sol scented air
Somewhere that's green
Between our frozen dinner
And our bedtime, nine-fifteen
We snuggle watchin' Lucy
On our big, enormous twelve-inch screen
I'm his December Bride
He's Father, he Knows Best
Our kids watch Howdy Doody
As the sun sets in the west
A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Far from Skid Row
I dream we'll go
.somewhere that's green
Our dreams are way too big
Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only with them
Just cause you are not like the others
Too good for this world
But I hope you will stay
And I'll be here to see that you don't fade away
You're such a beautiful freak
I bet you are flying inside
Dart down and then go for cover
And know that i
I love you
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got
Taking a break from all your worries
.Sure would help a lot
?Wouldn't you like to get away
,All those night when you've got no lights
The check is in the mail
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by it's tail
And your third fiance didn't show
Sometimes you want to go
,Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
,You want to be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same
.You want to be where everybody knows your name
Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead
The morning's looking bright
,And your shrink ran off to Europe
And didn't even write
And your husband wants to be a girl
Be glad there's one place in the world
,Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
,You want to go where people know
People are all the same
.You want to go where everybody knows your name
,Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
,Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
יאאא המחשבות שרצות במוחי.
נמאס לי שנגמר המקום בכל דבר.
תמיד צריך לפנות מקום. תמיד.
למחוק הודעות בפלאפון, למחוק שירים במחשב, למחוק תמונות במצלמה..
למה אין מספיק מקום בעולם להכל?
ועכשיו נותרתי חסרת מילים.
עוצמת עיניים שוב פעם ומנסה להיזכר על מה לעזאזל דיברתי.
בכל הבלוגים
שם בלוג/בלוגר
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