Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
