"Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell I don't think I can live without you And I know that I never will Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death I can't say anymore than 'I love you' Everything else is a waste of breath I want you..."
"She May be the face I can't forget. A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She maybe the song that summer sings. May be the chill that autumn brings. May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.
She May be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dreams. A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd. Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry. She maybe the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past. That I'll remember till the day I die
She Maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years Me I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is
She, she, she"
Miss ya, want ya, need ya... love you, my utterly, insanely and incredible beauty cat... good night darling...
You are my right wing... my shining mirror... a good part of me... yours... mine... we're definitely one... love you
ResponderExcluir"Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell
ResponderExcluirI don't think I can live without you
And I know that I never will
Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death
I can't say anymore than 'I love you'
Everything else is a waste of breath
I want you..."
"She
May be the face I can't forget.
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She maybe the song that summer sings.
May be the chill that autumn brings.
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.
She
May be the beauty or the beast.
May be the famine or the feast.
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dreams.
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
Maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, she, she"
Miss ya, want ya, need ya... love you, my utterly, insanely and incredible beauty cat... good night darling...
Love the songs, honey! Miss you already! Sleep well, see you in my dreams
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