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.
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
