//Monday, September 27, 2004

// It could be so nice.

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad,
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do is grow old with you.

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches,
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you.

I'll miss you, I'll kiss you.
Give you my coat when you are cold.
I'll need you, I'll feed you.
Even let you hold the remote control.

So, let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink,
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
I could be the man who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you.


Granted, he's not flying to Las Vegas, but I still want him back. I feel the urge to sing this song outside his window. Someone lock me up before I do something stupid.

I really don't know what to think anymore.

On the plus side, I'm being very musically productive today. This is good.

2 Comments:

Blogger VivaLaPinto said...

what's UP??? poor smurned Richmondites, I feel your pain Steph! and DO NOT sing that song under his window, NO boy is worth that. most of them are dumb, anyways. throw rocks at them.

and Matt, why are YOU feeling lethargic, and sillay? no title even! how lazy you are! lol!

drop me a line, I haven't interacted with you guys in a while.

10:34 p.m.  
Blogger MattyRob said...

Hey! That's my song!! You can't use my song! Anywho, Pinto, I shall put a huge post up sometime soon. It's just right now I'm stuck in the middle of a real life soao opera, and it's screwing with my head. Along with photo and english. But my comeback will be sweet!

10:31 a.m.  

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