If I gave you my love... I tell you what I'd do... I'd expect a whole lotta love outta you... You gotta be good to me... I'm gonna be good to you... There's a whole lotta things you and I could do... What about the way you love me... And the way you squeeze me... Hey... Hey simply beautiful... And you get right down it... and the love is getting you through it... Simply beautiful... Hey hey hey hey hey... Simply beautiful... simply beautiful ...
- ▼ 2009 (25)
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea... You became the light on the dark side of me... Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill... But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and, The light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, The more I get of you, Ooh... Stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grey. There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say. You remain, you....... My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby... To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.. yeah. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah stranger it feels... Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grey, I've been kissed by a rose on the grey, And if I should fall, at all I've been kissed by a rose. There is so much a man can tell you, there's so much he can say. there's so much inside. You remain... My power, my pleasure, my pain.
Posted by Gina at 1:32 PM
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain... Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs and love in vain... You were down where the river grows wider... Baby, let me be your soul driver... Well if something in the air feels a little unkind... Don't worry darlin' It'll slip your mind... I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider... Baby let me be your soul driver... Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns... Will we hit it rich or crash and burn? Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate? This love potion's all we've got... One toast before it's too late? If the angels are unkind or the season is dark... Or if in the end Love just falls apart... Well then here's to our destruction... Baby let me be your soul driver.
Posted by Gina at 6:32 PM