Fancy a big house
Some kids and a horse
I can not quite, but nearly
Guarantee, a divorce
I think that I love you
I think that I do
So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
Fancy a fast car
A bag full of loot
I can nearly guarantee
You’ll end up with the boot
I love you, I love you, I love you , I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
I love you, I love you, I love you , I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
The first snow fell down on Saturday in Hungary. Have I mentioned how I LOVE when it’s snowing??? I just want to make snowmans and angels, want to play snowball…yeah, I know, I know…but still it’s so good to be a “child” again…
Also, I realized that people are just lazy or can not speak the language they want to translate because that’s what I found in an elevator:
“We fix the talk” is the best!!!! (They wanted to translate “the call is recorded” this way…man….if I want to get out of an elevator because it’s broken down I would not supplicate…rather call for help 😀 Gosh….I keep smiling on this..)
It was the day when they put her on the cover
They found the corpse in the back of a Mercury
They got her laptop picking all the numbers
Trying to reach that they never meant to reach
They called a top doc messing with the data
Trying to help but they couldn’t eventually
She’s a rough cut
She’s a top tough stuff
ref. 2x:
Oh, were you thinking of me?
Oh, were you thinking of me?
Oh, were you thinking of me?
With a love like that
It was a night,well a night just like the others
Picked up the pack that she always gave to me
She wore her lacquer top
Tripping undercover
Got in her car, just to never get back to me
Sneak in her room, she’s missing all her lovers
I really hope I can get away with it
She’s a top cop
She’s a top ten stuff
Kim hugged her knees as her eyes lingered on the white expanse before her. Her gaze followed the valleys and curves with affection and desire, warmth coursing so far inside her if felt as though it went as deep as the marrow of her bones. She was hesitant to break the spell with touch, but couldn’t bear to keep her hand still any longer. It had been too long that she’d been denied this pleasure, any pleasure, really. Everything had been so cold, and she had been alone, longing, hurting.
She stretched her palm out gently and let it hover over the center of Kerry’s back, feeling the intense heat the small body generated. She left her hand there, wondering how such a slip of a woman could hold so much energy. A minute passed, and she felt the fatigue in her arm beginning to set in.