Song of Songs 2:1-7

Around the world
There's millions like you
Right under our feet
How should you compete?

There's pictures to show
The big brains who know
And newspapers tell
Of fashion and wealth

Around the world
I love you the same
It's not for your looks
It's not for your name

The thorns won't help
To me you're unique
The tigers will go
The tigers are weak

Around the world
Before we were tamed
We were very small
But now we stand tall

Merci M. Bunuel pour faire ce film. Il restera un rappel constant me de ce que désire est. Les hommes sont si bêtes dans leur désir pour une femme. Nous la femme doit les taquiner pour rester leur objet de désir. J'adore aussi que le Conchinta de caractère a été lancé par un sophistiqué et une femme terrestre. Les hommes désire et pour une femme pour pouvoir donner tant de de s'a du succès dans l'idylle d'annonce d'amour. La folie est empathiquement créée aussi. Merci.

If you would not have fallen
Then I would not have found you
Angel flying too close to the ground

And I patched up your broken wings
And hung around for a while
Trying to keep your spirits up
And your fever down

And I knew someday that you would fly away
For love's the greatest healer to be found

So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground

Fly on, fly on Past the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up
Than see you down

So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground

I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream, but still as sweet
Dry your eyes, Sunday girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide, Sunday girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I stay away all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me

She can't catch up with the working crowd
The weekend mood and she's feeling proud
Live in dreams, Sunday girl

"Baby, I would like to go out tonight
If I go with you my folks'll get uptight"
Stay at home, Sunday girl
Oooh oooh oooh

He, j'ai vu ton mec avec une autre fille
Il semblait dans un autre monde
Cours te cacher Sunday girl

Quand je t'ai revu l'e te j'ai de cide
Si ton amour e tait pareil au mien
Je pourrais e tre Sunday girl

De pe che - toi, de pe che - toi et attends
Toute la semaine absent et pourtant j'attends
J'ai le cafard, je t'en prie viens voir
Ce que ton amour repre sente pour moi
He, j'ai vu ton mec avec une autre fille
Il semblait dans un autre monde
Cours te cacher Sunday girl

I got the blues

If i touch you will you break,
If i touch you will you take,
My fears away, my fears away.
I can hardly wait for you.
I can't hear the moving mind.
I've been sitting here for years to find.
Steal myself a car, Ferrari or a Jaguar,
Drive it a crazy speed,
Straight over a cliff and into the sea.
I can hardly wait for you.
I can't hear the moving mind.
I've been sitting here for years, to find
I've been sitting here for years, to find such big thoughts.
I'll steal myself a car,
Ferrari or a Jaguar,
Drive it at a crazy speed,
Straight over the cliff and into the sea.

Maybe i'll be happy, Maybe i'll be happy,
If that was guaranteed , I'd do it today,
right now, just this once.
Today.

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The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. With a shiver
in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lips
as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled
and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never
leave. Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
Quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on
earth is the sun hid away." I hear the sound of a noon bell chime.
Now I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day while here I
lie with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A
quiver in my lip as if I might cry, "What a cold and rainy day.
Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
Do I need someone here to scold me or do I need someone
who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor
pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better
days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.
The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the
blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again with a
shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in
my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is
the sun hid away?" I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.