We the people, her people were waiting, wondering, hoping, praying... what was she thinking?
What would she tell us? Was she aright? When would she let us know?
Confused and anxious we wandered the streets with hearts pounding, rudderless without her nasal screech to guide us... until... IT came:
You'll think it strange
What would she tell us? Was she aright? When would she let us know?
Confused and anxious we wandered the streets with hearts pounding, rudderless without her nasal screech to guide us... until... IT came:
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| GA Note: This is the actual release, not a parody. |
You'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love
After ll that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see
Is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
And as for fortune and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions
They promise to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Hoboken
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do
Is look at me to know
That every word is true
Fear or bravado? Time will tell.
ReplyDeleteAt least Eva Peron wore Dior, courtesy of Nazi loot. Mrs. Richard G. Mason appears to get her schmattas on the corner of 72nd and 1986.
ReplyDeleteShe clearly doesn't know when to shut up & sit down. Hey Beth, you know those kids you last tucked into bed in 1997? You might want to get to know them before they're off to college & you're off to another institution.
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