mental vomit

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

Of loving beauty you float with grace,
If only you could hide your face.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace,
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
-- Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

I see your face when I am dreaming,
That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love, you take my breath away --
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "Go To Hell."

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
-- Two parts vodka, one part lime!

David Hasselhoff

(David Hasselhoff)
One morning in June
some twenty years ago
I was born a rich man's son
I had everything that money could buy,
but freedom I had none

Koor
I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
I've been looking for freedom
Still the search goes on
I've been looking for freedom
since I left my home town
I've been looking for freedom
Still it can't be found

I headed down the track
my baggage on my back
I left the city far behind
Walking down that road
with my heavy load
trying to find some ease of mind

Father said: "You'll be sorry, son,
if you leave your home this way
And when you realize
the freedom money buys
You'll come running home someday"

(Koor)

I made a lot of dues
had plenty to lose
travelling across the land
Worked on a farm,
got some muscle in my arms
but still I'm not a self-made man
I feel the run for many years to come
I'll be searching door to door
And given some time
some day I'm gonna find
the freedom (freedom, freedom) I've been searching for

Koor x2