Now tell me, wouldn't it be nice that if one day in Paradise I sang for all the ladies up there? And they would sing along with me! We'd be so happy there to be 'cause down below is really nowhere. My name would then be Jupiter and I would know where I was going, and then I would become all-knowing with my beard so long and flowing.
If I became deaf, dumb and blind because I pitied all mankind and broke my heart to make things right -- I know that every single night when my angelic work was through, the angels (and the Devil, too) would sing my childhood song to me about the time they called me Jackie.
If I could be for, only an hour . . .
If I could be for, an hour every day . . .
If I could be for, just one little hour: cute, cute, cute in a stupid-a** way!
 dyejob · Wed Feb 27, 2008 @ 11:35am · 0 Comments |
