I Could Write It Better Than You Ever Felt It

About me:

Love is a many splendored thing, Love lifts us up where we belong, All you need is love! Please, don't start that again All you need is love! A girl has got to eat! All you need is love! She'll end up on the street! All you need is looooove! Love is just a game. I was made for loving you baby, You were made for loving me. The only way of loving me baby, Is to pay a lovely fee. Just one night, Give me just one night. There's no way, Cause you can't pay. In the name of love! One night in the name of love! You crazy fool, I won't give in to you. Don't, leave me this way. I can't survive, without your sweet love, Oh baby, don't leave me this way. You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs... I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no. Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs Well what's wrong with that? I like to know. Cause here I go... again... Love lifts us up where we belong! Where eagles fly, On a mountain high! Love makes us act like we are fools. Throw our lives away, For one happy day. We could be heroes... Just for one day. You, you will be mean. No, I won't. And I, I'll drink all the time. We should be lovers... We can't do that. We should be lovers! And that's a fact. Though nothing, would keep us together. We could steal time... Just for one day. We could be heroes, Forever and ever, We could be heroes, Forever and ever, We can be heroes... Just because I... will always love you... I... ...Can't help loving... ...You... How wonderful life is, Now you're in, the world.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing, the need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad. To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad. To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits. To fruits, to no absolutes, to "Absolut." To choice, to the "Village Voice," to any passing fad. To being an "Us" for once, instead of a "Them." La vie BohËme. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You are exactly my brand of heroin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yo amo más a los conejitos púrpuras y unicornos rosados que retrozan en el campo con flores verdes donde los monos amorillos tiran bombas rojos de perdición sobre las hormigas nanunjas de tempera mento agresivo cayo madriguera entre a la tierra azul donde los ardillas negros de tierra los cazan!!!!