Disclaimer: To anyone who either frequents or happens to stumble upon my page... These words you are about to read are not at all about my wife. One can only write what he or she knows, therefore I can understand the misinterpretation of these words. I merely wanted to write about a person (Man or woman) who claims to appreciate music but honestly has no clue. And also for those of you who like to sing along but never really take the time to learn the actual lyrics to your "favorite" songs. Comments and/or criticism is appreciated. -DY
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Oh She hates my everything / Every Song I sing
Oh She's got no shame / For her it's all the same
Yeah, she sits and listens / And that rock on her finger glistens
(Oh) How she puts on a show / What did I sing (I don't know)
And my fingers dance over the guitar / Before long... She's gone... Far
Sing it with me!
It's just another song on the radio / She's heard it before but she'll never know
Might get myself a video / But on her TV it'll never show
Oh she hates my taste of music / Let me turn it up she'll refuse it
Who sings that song you're listenin' / Oh who the fuck is Bob Dylan
If it's not on her poppy station / She has no relation
Oh wait didn't they sing his songs on American Idol / Shit! Now I don't know
And my fingers dance over the guitar / Before long... She's gone... Far
Sing it with me!
It's just another song on the radio / She's heard it before but she'll never know
Might get myself a video / But on her TV it'll never show
So I sit and write a song for her / Passion expressed for a lover
Her tears begin to fall / She was listenin' after all
Yeah she sits and listens / And that rock on her finger glistens
Oh she puts on a show / The chorus to this song she's got to know
And my fingers dance over the guitar / Before long... She's gone... Far
She sings it with me!
Tits a mothers long the radio / She's herbivore bushel never know
Mic it myself a video / Button her TV still ever show
Oooh She puts on a show.
Oh She hates my everything / Every Song I sing
Oh She's got no shame / For her it's all the same
Yeah, she sits and listens / And that rock on her finger glistens
(Oh) How she puts on a show / What did I sing (I don't know)
And my fingers dance over the guitar / Before long... She's gone... Far
Sing it with me!
It's just another song on the radio / She's heard it before but she'll never know
Might get myself a video / But on her TV it'll never show
Oh she hates my taste of music / Let me turn it up she'll refuse it
Who sings that song you're listenin' / Oh who the fuck is Bob Dylan
If it's not on her poppy station / She has no relation
Oh wait didn't they sing his songs on American Idol / Shit! Now I don't know
And my fingers dance over the guitar / Before long... She's gone... Far
Sing it with me!
It's just another song on the radio / She's heard it before but she'll never know
Might get myself a video / But on her TV it'll never show
So I sit and write a song for her / Passion expressed for a lover
Her tears begin to fall / She was listenin' after all
Yeah she sits and listens / And that rock on her finger glistens
Oh she puts on a show / The chorus to this song she's got to know
And my fingers dance over the guitar / Before long... She's gone... Far
She sings it with me!
Tits a mothers long the radio / She's herbivore bushel never know
Mic it myself a video / Button her TV still ever show
Oooh She puts on a show.
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FYI to random readers of Diego's blog... this is NOT about me.
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