Wednesday, June 9, 2010

I'm listening to: Patrick Swayze - Hungry Eyes

Would you be my boyfriend for 5-minutes?
What?
Please, just go with it, okay?



Even when you think you've got it pretty much figured out, a little consistency might be too much to ask for. Maybe only then, you'll realise it wasn't what you were looking for. Following which, you could wait till you're ready to hurl before you decide to get off and start wondering what took you so long.

"I never said it was her own fault for being a cold-hearted bitch. Because it clearly isn't, since it hinges on her parents' early divorce; but it doesn't make her any less of a bitch."

Last evening, I had the most wonderful time with great friends and great food, and the company of Swayze and his disgustingly cheesy but nonetheless addictively likeable song all the way home, on a chocolate (truffle cake) high. Today, I feel like I got run over.



Stay, ahh, just a little bit longer 

Please, please, please, please, please
Tell me you're going to

Now, your daddy don't mind
And your mommy don't mind
If we have another dance, together
Just one more, one more time


Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Please let me hear you say that you will
Say you will

Won't you place your sweet lips to mine
Won't you say you love me
All of the time

Come on, come on, come on and stay

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