The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor.
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
So I think I should try to enjoy it.
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of G
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
O
My heart feels like it's torn in two,
Why can't I just be with you?
Every day ano
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be p
Fly away with me, my dove
To a forbidden place where the skittles meet the rainbow.
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
How do you wait
At least 3 years
For a possible soul mate
But have no fea
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
You taught me how beautiful life is,
Everything from your words, your touch, your kiss.
