Tuesday, May 3, 2011

My musical Girl

She wrote this out on a piece of red construction paper:

Singing like there’s no tomorrow

It’s all you need

Nothing will change my mind

Getting gifts isn’t the fun of your birthday

If you love me I’ll love you back

Nothing will get me there

Getting me there to love you

Pranging (sp-no idea) along like a little girl

It’s no help

Writing up a song

Telling you about the time when I was a kid

Yeh, yea, yea

Where does the musical stuff come from?

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