Good song, but romance is overrated. It comes a dime a dozen, like the Vicki Lawrence song that I performed on stage. True romance stems from love and honesty...and complementing another. Of sticking with them through thick and thin. Of seeing all of them (the good; the bad; the ugly; the warts) and always wanting more for them. Of never lying to them just to make them feel warm and fuzzy at the expense of them having a better life. Yes, romance based on dishonesty/mistruths is nothing but frosting on cake. It gets eaten fast and then it's gone. It tasted great at the moment, but the cake (the substance) remains untouched. (Lawd, I don't know if that analogy makes any sense, but it sounded good at the time:).
I don't, but my honesty is not only dismissed, but not welcome. I'm supposed to bury my head in the sand right along another and pretend I don't know what I know. (Someone doesn't know the fighter I was during childhood and adolescense...however you spell that dang word.)
I don't, but my honesty is not only dismissed, but not welcome. I'm supposed to bury my head in the sand right along another and pretend I don't know what I know. (Someone doesn't know the fighter I was during childhood and adolescense...however you spell that dang word.)
Good song, but romance is overrated. It comes a dime a dozen, like the Vicki Lawrence song that I performed on stage. True romance stems from love and honesty...and complementing another. Of sticking with them through thick and thin. Of seeing all of them (the good; the bad; the ugly; the warts) and always wanting more for them. Of never lying to them just to make them feel warm and fuzzy at the expense of them having a better life. Yes, romance based on dishonesty/mistruths is nothing but frosting on cake. It gets eaten fast and then it's gone. It tasted great at the moment, but the cake (the substance) remains untouched. (Lawd, I don't know if that analogy makes any sense, but it sounded good at the time:).
I shall refrain from comment. I've been told I'm 'mean'
I shall refrain from comment. I've been told I'm 'mean'
Now I want pancakes; I just realized who sang this song...
Now I want pancakes; I just realized who sang this song...
I don't, but my honesty is not only dismissed, but not welcome. I'm supposed to bury my head in the sand right along another and pretend I don't know what I know. (Someone doesn't know the fighter I was during childhood and adolescense...however you spell that dang word.)
I don't, but my honesty is not only dismissed, but not welcome. I'm supposed to bury my head in the sand right along another and pretend I don't know what I know. (Someone doesn't know the fighter I was during childhood and adolescense...however you spell that dang word.)
You never offered me anything...no cupcake. No pancakes. No nothing.
You never offered me anything...no cupcake. No pancakes. No nothing.
I'm not talking about anything. The cough medication is talking.
I'm not talking about anything. The cough medication is talking.
You still haven't told me what you offered me. You lie.
You still haven't told me what you offered me. You lie.
Hmmmmmm...the date escapes me. No pun intended. Time to finish Scarface. (If only I knew how to use a laptop like a laptop:)
Hmmmmmm...the date escapes me. No pun intended. Time to finish Scarface. (If only I knew how to use a laptop like a laptop:)