You could buy me a burrito
You bought me a junior once. Â We were stunned that they’d only let me have 4 ingredients. I’m way too greedy and needy for that. Â So you made them just keep piling on and on and on. Then I ate… Read more ›
You bought me a junior once. Â We were stunned that they’d only let me have 4 ingredients. I’m way too greedy and needy for that. Â So you made them just keep piling on and on and on. Then I ate… Read more ›
I know I ask you to do a lot of things with me. Â Actually, I don’t even ask you to do half of what I fancy you doing with me. Â After all, I spend most of my time absorbed in… Read more ›
As though you could get me to stop repeating…. Someone asked me a few days ago how I could be on the radio and sound so in command when I’m such an introvert. (We can debate any part of that… Read more ›
I have to keep my knees in shape to support all of the love I have for the music we play at Bubbles in the Think Tank. I don’t fall in love easy, but, when I do, it’s in a… Read more ›
The second we get together, I want to sproing right at you. I take the time to make sure that we’ve got the perfect beginning, just the way you like it, every single time. But it can’t stop there. Â It’s… Read more ›
I almost got so lost in my dream that this post was near blank. No lyrics for a title. No turns of phrase. No thinking hard about what goes here. No, just the pure goodness of Belinda and the January… Read more ›