She's a yellow pair of running shoes
A holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything
She's "I want a piece of chocolate"
Take me to a movie
She's "I can't find a thing to wear"
Now and then she's moody
She's a Saturn with a sunroof
With her brown hair a-blowing
She's a soft place to land
And a good feeling knowing
She's a warm conversation
That I wouldn't miss for nothing
She's a fighter when she's mad
And she's a lover when she's loving
She's a Saturday out on the town
And a church girl on Sunday
She's a cross around her neck
And a cuss word cause its Monday
She's a bubble bath and candles
"Baby come and kiss me"
She's a one glass of wine
And she's feeling kinda tipsy
She's the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers
She's the hand that I'm holding
When I'm on my knees and praying
She's the answer to my prayer
And she's the song that I'm playing
She's the voice I love to hear
Someday when I'm ninety
She's that wooden rocking chair
I want rocking right beside me
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she's the one
That I'd lay down my own life for
'It' is my nightmare and I can't wake up.
'It' sees me.
'It' smiles and winks.
Good thing my lips are stitched together,
or I'd throw up
If I had a world of my own,
everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is,
because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be,
it would.
You see?
How I wish you could see the potential, The potential of you and me. It's like a book elegantly bound, But in a language that you can't read.
I cannot teach you violence,
as I do not myself believe in it.
I can only teach you
not to bow your heads before any one
even at the cost of your life.