Tweak says, "french fried"
MEME TIME
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i want a girl with a mind like a diamondi want a girl who knows what's besti want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes like burn like cigarettesi want a girl with the right allocationswho is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tackshe's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hairshe's touring the facilities and picking up slacki want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacketi want a girl who gets up earlyi want a girl who stays up latei want a girl with uninterrupted prosperitywho uses a machete to cut through red tapewith fingernails that shine like justiceand a voice that's dark like tinted glassshe is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tackshe's touring the facility and picking up slacki want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacketetc
we won't get back; it's awful latewe let the beast out of the bagso help yourself and stay a whileand listen to how loud this thing can howl
Never knew I could feel like thisLike I've never seen the sky beforeI want to vanish inside your kissEvery day I'm loving you more and moreListen to my heart, can you hear it singTelling me to give you everythingSeasons may change, winter to springBut I love you until the end of time
Yesterday when you were youngEverything you needed done was done for youNow you do it on your ownBut you find you're all alone, what can you do?[...] You know there will be daysWhen you're so tiredThat you can't take another stepThe night will have no stars And you'll think you've gone as far As you will ever getYou and me walk on, walk on, walk on'Cause you can't go back nowAnd yeah, yeah, you go where you want to goYeah, yeah, be what you want to beIf you ever turn around, you'll see meI can't really sayWhy everybody wishes they were somewhere elseBut in the end, the only steps that matterAre the ones you take all by yourself
Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hillsChalk marks show up on a few high windowsillsAnd a rabbit gives up somewhere and a dozen hawks descendEvery moment leads toward its own sad endShips loosed from their moorings capsize and then they're goneSailors with no captains watch a while and then move onAnd an agent crests the shadows and I head in her directionAll roads lead toward the same blocked intersectionI am coming home to youWith my own blood in my mouthAnd I am coming home to youIf it's the last thing that I do
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Someday and soon I'll make you proud of your boy Though I can't make myself taller Or smarter or handsome or wiseI'll do my best, what else can I do? Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you Mom, I will try to Try hard to make you Proud of your boy