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.
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
