Post by Narcissa on Jun 24, 2007 13:03:23 GMT -5
Not 'junk' as in 'bad stuff' just 'junk' as in 'stuff'. A friend used to say 'junk' instead of 'stuff'.
Ya. moving on...I am leaping on the bandwagon that Ana and Bethany started. Woo!
*not come up with a title quite yet*
Eighteen and elegant you
Are eighteen, elegant, mine
Eighteen and elegant you
Are beautifully hollow and fine
Your jewels are glass in your
Fool's golden pedestal
Who placed you on it?
One day will you fall?
Regret is a cold sheet to sleep on, so
You slip into beds of others
Even in sleep I stumble toward you
What a fine spring day it is to be young!
Your slipper is crystal, not glass
You charmed the wolf and robbed the house
Kiss the prince, run off with the princess
Fling frogs at the door, you will not change
Led the blind man into darkness, why
Don't you sit at the well and sing?
Fly with the fairies, pluck their wings
I'll sell their dust to sneezing addicts
Kick everyone back to the oven,
It's bedtime, my child, so smash all the clocks
Burn the village and build the dark woods high
Eighteen and elegant
Elegant, eighteen
So you play with pebbles?
Look down to the water
Well, I crossed the bridge
Ripples can kill you
Dorian Grey
Ya. moving on...I am leaping on the bandwagon that Ana and Bethany started. Woo!
*not come up with a title quite yet*
Eighteen and elegant you
Are eighteen, elegant, mine
Eighteen and elegant you
Are beautifully hollow and fine
Your jewels are glass in your
Fool's golden pedestal
Who placed you on it?
One day will you fall?
Regret is a cold sheet to sleep on, so
You slip into beds of others
Even in sleep I stumble toward you
What a fine spring day it is to be young!
Your slipper is crystal, not glass
You charmed the wolf and robbed the house
Kiss the prince, run off with the princess
Fling frogs at the door, you will not change
Led the blind man into darkness, why
Don't you sit at the well and sing?
Fly with the fairies, pluck their wings
I'll sell their dust to sneezing addicts
Kick everyone back to the oven,
It's bedtime, my child, so smash all the clocks
Burn the village and build the dark woods high
Eighteen and elegant
Elegant, eighteen
So you play with pebbles?
Look down to the water
Well, I crossed the bridge
Ripples can kill you
Dorian Grey