I get tired of going up and down the dial Listening to divas singing songs about being in denial You just remind me what I've been through And if I need a life, you need a clue How about a love song about this guy I met who I REALLY blanking liked then? who power-houred me on the Saturday following my birthday when I vomited a couple times, and my face looked gray I must have looked attractive, he never called me again. Meanwhile another one's on the radio, about a man who just lies And I'd feel sympathy, if I weren't so busy rolling my eyes And thinking about my relationship with Juan, which went click I could have done without him telling me I made him feel like a real chick. (NOT that there's anything wrong about that) Okay, sad love song three, where this lady gets the shaft but she describes it in such a way that I start to laugh Hey, Mykel, tell the world about the open relationship that we tried to grow Except for the "open" part, about which I was the last to know. I could go on, whining, but you get the point about how I'm tired of listening when I walk into a joint Because all love songs are sad, at one time or two You're supposed to listen to them when you're not feeling blue Because things will get worse long before they get good I won't give in to defeat-even if I should I'm hopeful that life will give me more than I need Before my body takes a header and I go to seed So, Toni, I love you, girl, but save your air From my life, all lazy dummies I shall pare Because I don't want any more sad love songs I get a funny feeling after they end-it's called WRONG Let's stick to me reading and you smoking a bong and my imagination turning to guys in thongs So LAUGH! Have fun! Mistakes will be made And slowly, but surely, avoid all shade Perhaps you should enjoy life...get paid Before we're all snuffed out by Mother Nature's Raid.Birth sign: Aries
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