An East Coast girl goes Midwest on your ass.
You can hunt and you can forage,
Pull your dictionary from storage,
Open every clasp and door hinge,
Look for solace in your porridge,
But however strong your courage,
There's no word that rhymes with purple.
Here's one I wrote myself:There will be another song for meFor I will sing itThere will be another dream for meSomeone will bring itI will drink the wine while it is warmAnd never let you catch me looking at the sunAnd after all the loves of my lifeAfter all the loves of my lifeYou'll still be the one. MacArthur's Park is melting in the darkAll the sweet, green icing flowing downSomeone left the cakeout in the rainI don't think that I can take it'Cause it took so long to bake itAnd I'll never have that recipe againOh, no!
Here's one I wrote for you:If I Should stay I would only be in your way So I'll go But I know I'll think of you every step of the way And I... Will always Love you, oohh Will always Love you You OOOOOOO OOO OOO!
You so stole that from someone and I am going to find out who!
It's funny because it's true.
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