My baby's big heart wants to fly
You've fixed that hole I left in your life
You can look at me like you don't mind
But I will never forget what it was like
There wasn't a thing you wouldn't do for me
Three a.m. climbing on my balcony
I never felt that intensity ever again
You make loving beautiful like no one else can
I thought your life wouldn't go on
You'd still be in your room writing me sad love songs
Now you see, I'm the one who's writing
I've seen your life again and it got me thinking
You have the biggest heart I've ever crossed
I never meant to leave
you with your heart on your sleeve
Looking for a cause
But no one can take our memories
I have a place in my mind where I can go
To see how good love can be
Cause without you I would have never known
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Single of the century (2005)
When I get drunk I go all the way.
In showing sides that aren’t meant to be displayed.
I call my ex and cry on the phone.
Lately….I feel so alone….
I am ironing at one a.m.
Trying to straighten out why I don’t have a man.
Is mister right not looking out for me?
Lately….I am so lonely….
Oh I never meant to be desperate or lonely.
That’s not what I had planned.
I thought my future would be glorious and lovely.
Filled with men.
I guess I must be the single of the century.
Lots of attention in the local bar.
But nothing is good enough for me by far.
It’s hard to find matching chromosomes.
Lately….I feel so alone….
I am totally fed up with dating.
I can’t get inspiration for masturbating.
I stare at every happy couple I see.
Lately….I am so lonely….
Oh I never meant to be desperate or lonely.
That’s not what I had planned.
I thought my future would be glorious and lovely.
Filled with men.
I guess I must be the single of the century.
Friday I saw my ex with his new chick.
They were kissing in public and it made me sick.
I held back my tears until I got home.
Lately….I feel so alone….
I’m sure my man is on his way.
Maybe I just have to wait 10.000 more days.
I’ll pass on my genes and die happy.
But lately….I am so lonely….
In showing sides that aren’t meant to be displayed.
I call my ex and cry on the phone.
Lately….I feel so alone….
I am ironing at one a.m.
Trying to straighten out why I don’t have a man.
Is mister right not looking out for me?
Lately….I am so lonely….
Oh I never meant to be desperate or lonely.
That’s not what I had planned.
I thought my future would be glorious and lovely.
Filled with men.
I guess I must be the single of the century.
Lots of attention in the local bar.
But nothing is good enough for me by far.
It’s hard to find matching chromosomes.
Lately….I feel so alone….
I am totally fed up with dating.
I can’t get inspiration for masturbating.
I stare at every happy couple I see.
Lately….I am so lonely….
Oh I never meant to be desperate or lonely.
That’s not what I had planned.
I thought my future would be glorious and lovely.
Filled with men.
I guess I must be the single of the century.
Friday I saw my ex with his new chick.
They were kissing in public and it made me sick.
I held back my tears until I got home.
Lately….I feel so alone….
I’m sure my man is on his way.
Maybe I just have to wait 10.000 more days.
I’ll pass on my genes and die happy.
But lately….I am so lonely….
What independent woman?
I can spend hours on end wondering,
Will my boyfriend still love me if I become boring?
I never thought I’d pass my driver’s test.
“Buy yourself a nice bike” was what examiners would suggest.
Ohhh, isn’t it nice to have build up this façade?
To hide behind so people think I’ve got it made.
Ok, so now I’m studying psychology.
Thank god I have a boyfriend to help me figure out me.
Am I still sexy if I gain a few pounds?
When I get nervous people hear my stomach making funny sounds.
Ohhh, all these people who can’t see through my charade,
Are jealous ‘cause they think I’ve got it made.
My friends have got nice racks at the front.
I got stuck with something I usually refer to as “blunt”.
Somehow I got blessed with a round bum.
So I may not be perfect, but some parts of me are pretty awesome.
Ohhh, on the first date I usually got men afraid.
Cause I always seem like I’ve got it made.
I am smart, but I never score an A plus.
If I’m sleepy I accidentally wind up taking the wrong bus.
I easily black out in front of the class.
I am pretty, sexy and feminine but have bowel problems including gas.
Ohhh, isn’t it nice to be able to fake?
So people think I’ve got it made.
Will my boyfriend still love me if I become boring?
I never thought I’d pass my driver’s test.
“Buy yourself a nice bike” was what examiners would suggest.
Ohhh, isn’t it nice to have build up this façade?
To hide behind so people think I’ve got it made.
Ok, so now I’m studying psychology.
Thank god I have a boyfriend to help me figure out me.
Am I still sexy if I gain a few pounds?
When I get nervous people hear my stomach making funny sounds.
Ohhh, all these people who can’t see through my charade,
Are jealous ‘cause they think I’ve got it made.
My friends have got nice racks at the front.
I got stuck with something I usually refer to as “blunt”.
Somehow I got blessed with a round bum.
So I may not be perfect, but some parts of me are pretty awesome.
Ohhh, on the first date I usually got men afraid.
Cause I always seem like I’ve got it made.
I am smart, but I never score an A plus.
If I’m sleepy I accidentally wind up taking the wrong bus.
I easily black out in front of the class.
I am pretty, sexy and feminine but have bowel problems including gas.
Ohhh, isn’t it nice to be able to fake?
So people think I’ve got it made.
Independent woman
I am pretty, I am handy, I am smart.
But getting a date is pretty hard.
I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
I drive fast, I drink beer, but am avant garde.
So getting a date is pretty hard.
I got a Master's Degree and make more salary.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
I’m scared when I’m home alone.
I cry when something’s wrong with my cell phone.
I get upset when I break a nail.
I’m independent only until I fail.
My vile language comes straight from the heart.
So getting a date is pretty hard.
My sense of humour is rude and dirty.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
Got my own house, got my own car.
But getting a date is pretty hard.
I drive more guys home than they drive me.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
No, I won’t settle for less.
I need a guy who can handle PMS.
And also kill the bugs under my bed.
Who knows my shoe collection is sacred.
I masturbate more often than I should.
I beat you at trivial pursuit.
I complain the sex wasn’t good.
You don’t wanna meet me in a boxing mood.
But if it’s ok my life is ruled by sales,
Once a month I feel like a whale,
Or if I cry about titanic again and again,
You might be my independent-woman-man.
But getting a date is pretty hard.
I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
I drive fast, I drink beer, but am avant garde.
So getting a date is pretty hard.
I got a Master's Degree and make more salary.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
I’m scared when I’m home alone.
I cry when something’s wrong with my cell phone.
I get upset when I break a nail.
I’m independent only until I fail.
My vile language comes straight from the heart.
So getting a date is pretty hard.
My sense of humour is rude and dirty.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
Got my own house, got my own car.
But getting a date is pretty hard.
I drive more guys home than they drive me.
I’m an independent woman, you see.
No, I won’t settle for less.
I need a guy who can handle PMS.
And also kill the bugs under my bed.
Who knows my shoe collection is sacred.
I masturbate more often than I should.
I beat you at trivial pursuit.
I complain the sex wasn’t good.
You don’t wanna meet me in a boxing mood.
But if it’s ok my life is ruled by sales,
Once a month I feel like a whale,
Or if I cry about titanic again and again,
You might be my independent-woman-man.
Rough
Can you kill an animal with bare hands?
Can you lift me up and walk me around?
Can you fight like a real man?
Can you fix my car when it’s broken down?
I know your sweet loving is fine,
And you understand my period.
And you like to take your time.
But I don’t want any foreplay when I’m already hot.
I need a rough man.
To tell me bear liver is poisonous.
To climb a tree to pick an apple for me.
Who takes martial arts quite serious.
I need a rough man!
Do you know how to grind a knife?
Are you strong enough to break a fork in two?
Do you experience the least bit of fright,
Facing lions that escaped from the zoo?
You’re upset when you’re stung by a bee.
You don’t mind when you didn’t come.
You’re weak cause you’re in love with me.
Are you fooling your own testosterone?
I need a rough man.
To tell me which snakes are poisonous.
To dive into the sea to catch a shell for me.
Who takes muscle strength quite serious.
I need a rough man!
Can you lift me up and walk me around?
Can you fight like a real man?
Can you fix my car when it’s broken down?
I know your sweet loving is fine,
And you understand my period.
And you like to take your time.
But I don’t want any foreplay when I’m already hot.
I need a rough man.
To tell me bear liver is poisonous.
To climb a tree to pick an apple for me.
Who takes martial arts quite serious.
I need a rough man!
Do you know how to grind a knife?
Are you strong enough to break a fork in two?
Do you experience the least bit of fright,
Facing lions that escaped from the zoo?
You’re upset when you’re stung by a bee.
You don’t mind when you didn’t come.
You’re weak cause you’re in love with me.
Are you fooling your own testosterone?
I need a rough man.
To tell me which snakes are poisonous.
To dive into the sea to catch a shell for me.
Who takes muscle strength quite serious.
I need a rough man!
2005
I just can't keep coming back whenever I feel lonely.
There isn't a better way for losing my credibility.
So all I can say is I hope she makes you happy.
And I guess in a way she's saving you from me.
There isn't a better way for losing my credibility.
So all I can say is I hope she makes you happy.
And I guess in a way she's saving you from me.
Prospect lost (Timmy’s song)
You’re drawing lines as you’re crossing them.
And you like to think of yourself as a grown man.
But you don’t know where you stand.
Then again, it’s nice to stick your head in the sand.
Play your own songs; make your own rhythm,
No one bothers how you’re living.
But your dreams ain’t fulfilling.
Then again it’s nice drinking and blowing.
Who needs ideals if you can’t live up them?
Who needs chances if it means starting over again?
You weren’t made to be a born again Christian.
You take comfort in being among the damned.
Who needs tomorrow if you live today?
Who needs prospect with your guitar play?
You weren’t made for leading the way.
You take comfort in the rainy days.
I’m drawing lines, you aren’t crossing them.
Cause you should see yourself as a grown man.
And look where you stand.
Cause it’s a pity wasting all your talent.
Play your own songs; make your own rhythm.
Don’t you back off or dare to give in.
Cause you’ve got something going.
It’s useless thinking how big you could have been.
You need ideals cause you can live up to them.
If you fail, it doesn’t mean that you can’t.
You weren’t made to be a born again Christian.
You were meant to start your own religion.
Dream about tomorrow, live to the fullest today.
Use your humor, artistic skills and guitar play.
Only if you allow it things will get in the way.
And give me a call on those rainy days.
And you like to think of yourself as a grown man.
But you don’t know where you stand.
Then again, it’s nice to stick your head in the sand.
Play your own songs; make your own rhythm,
No one bothers how you’re living.
But your dreams ain’t fulfilling.
Then again it’s nice drinking and blowing.
Who needs ideals if you can’t live up them?
Who needs chances if it means starting over again?
You weren’t made to be a born again Christian.
You take comfort in being among the damned.
Who needs tomorrow if you live today?
Who needs prospect with your guitar play?
You weren’t made for leading the way.
You take comfort in the rainy days.
I’m drawing lines, you aren’t crossing them.
Cause you should see yourself as a grown man.
And look where you stand.
Cause it’s a pity wasting all your talent.
Play your own songs; make your own rhythm.
Don’t you back off or dare to give in.
Cause you’ve got something going.
It’s useless thinking how big you could have been.
You need ideals cause you can live up to them.
If you fail, it doesn’t mean that you can’t.
You weren’t made to be a born again Christian.
You were meant to start your own religion.
Dream about tomorrow, live to the fullest today.
Use your humor, artistic skills and guitar play.
Only if you allow it things will get in the way.
And give me a call on those rainy days.
Me
Behind my facade
there's a nutty parade,
and we all go insane,
slowly....
But on my face
I won't leave a trace,
of the time that I waste,
going crazy....
Oh, today is frustration day,
so get out of my way,
as I try to analyze everything inside this brain.
No, I won't settle for less,
cause I simply can't rest,
until I've shown the world that I'm the best.
Oh, I wish I had your mood,
everything's fine, always good,
cause you don't have to be perfect like I think I should.
Everything's quiet,
except for my forehead.
It's always a riot,
inside me....
I overdose
when chances come close,
and overexpose,
mellon collie coffee....
Oh, today is frustration day,
so get out of my way,
as I try to analyze everything inside this brain.
No, I won't settle for less,
cause I simply can't rest,
until I've shown the world that I'm the best.
Oh, I wish I had your mood,
everything's fine, always good,
cause you don't have to be perfect like I think I should.
Oh you won't hear me admit,
I've been wrong a bit,
and I can never make it.
I know my capacities,
and I will bend my knees,
even if no one believes,
Cause I know that I can,
And I will get there and then,
I know who I am....
there's a nutty parade,
and we all go insane,
slowly....
But on my face
I won't leave a trace,
of the time that I waste,
going crazy....
Oh, today is frustration day,
so get out of my way,
as I try to analyze everything inside this brain.
No, I won't settle for less,
cause I simply can't rest,
until I've shown the world that I'm the best.
Oh, I wish I had your mood,
everything's fine, always good,
cause you don't have to be perfect like I think I should.
Everything's quiet,
except for my forehead.
It's always a riot,
inside me....
I overdose
when chances come close,
and overexpose,
mellon collie coffee....
Oh, today is frustration day,
so get out of my way,
as I try to analyze everything inside this brain.
No, I won't settle for less,
cause I simply can't rest,
until I've shown the world that I'm the best.
Oh, I wish I had your mood,
everything's fine, always good,
cause you don't have to be perfect like I think I should.
Oh you won't hear me admit,
I've been wrong a bit,
and I can never make it.
I know my capacities,
and I will bend my knees,
even if no one believes,
Cause I know that I can,
And I will get there and then,
I know who I am....
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