Hey Wendell, where are you now?. I searched online, but nothing found. I wonder what you done and what you become. Wendell, you were the first for me.
She's an underachiever. She's only passed Spanish and gym. She's not bad at essays. She can bullshit her way through them. She wears the walkman under her hood.
What a bright girl, what a beautiful girl. She's gonna be somebody someday. We'll take her to the best schools. She will be a prodigy. Nothing's gonna stand in her way.
If I hadn? t always been depressed. I'd climbed that golden ladder of success. And if I hadn? t been so blue. Thank misery for bringing me to you. . If only I stayed in my home town.
I had this dream we were in the resistance. Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists. You were my mistress, yes you were a woman. But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth.
It used to be a motel. Now they serve biscuits and t-shirts. I bring my own tea bag. I don't trust the coffee. But the biscuits are delicious. They come eight to a plate with a big block of butter.
I know everyone's a good person inside. Everyone wants just to be loved inside. So whenever I think how you wasted my time. I try to remember the good things inside.
So frail like a dying bird, so afraid. So pale like a ghost in the wind, blowing away. . Waiting for someone to find you. Someone carefully kind. Someone strong enough to hold you.
I could slip, I could fall. In that mean and awful hall. With the other jealous bitches. And the bitter grumbling men. . I could sneer, I could glare say that.
She's only passed Spanish and gym. She's not bad at essays,. She can bullshit her way through them. She wears the Walkman under her hood. She hides the magazine in her book.
i had this dream we were in the resistance. somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists. you were my mistress yes you were a woman. but i knew it was you by the shape of your mouth.
i know everyone's a good person inside. everyone wants to be loved inside. so whenever i think you wasted my time. i try to remember the good things inside.
In that mean and awful hall. With the other jealous bitches. And the bitter grumbling men. I could sneer, I could glare. Say that life is so unfair. And the one who made it, made it.
our love is freedom our love is free from. all those married things that raise their ugly heads. our love is distant there's no commitment. there might be something better up ahead instead.
You can't always be fabulous or in control. Sometimes you just got to roll. With the punches or the punch bowl. I can handle a few new names. . Call me punch rocker puncherella.