Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A song.

well you might be a bit confused 
and you might be a little bit bruised 
but baby how we spoon like no one else 
so I will help you read those books 
if you will soothe my worried looks 
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf 

oh let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France 
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters 
and teach them how to dance 
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain 
making everybody look like ants 
from way up there you and I, you and I 

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