silly ramblings of a silly wabbit
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
5:07 AM
She grew up with the children of the stars
In the hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties everyone was there
They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper, & Bob Seeger, & Sonny and Cher
She feels safe now in this bar on fairfax
And from the stage I can tell that she can't let go she can't relax
And just before she hangs her head to cry,I sing to her. . . . a lulla-by
(I sing) Ev-ery----thing's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rock a bye
Ev-ery----thing's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rock a bye …. Rock a bye
She still lives with her mom outside the city
Down that street about a half a mile
And all her friends tell her she's so pretty
But she'd be so much prettier if she smiled once in a while
Cause even her smile looks like a frown
She's seen her share on devils in this angel
Chorus*
I told her I ain't so sure about this place
It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face
It seems like everybody's got a plan
Its kind of like Nashville with a tan
Every----thing's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rock a bye
Ev-ery----thing's gonna be all right
Rockabye, Rock a bye ….
da da da....
get the rawr faye:
acting all silly willy
naughty!
very smiley biggie!
most of the time crazy..
listening to crappy music?
yup. dancing is thy poison
first class exaggerator =p
slave for my own taste of lousy fashion
hairbands, enormous earrings
very fidelity
absolute
clumsy at times
non-bogus
complex
peevish in the morns
fixation on Chad M.Murray,Wentworth Miller,Oliver Goodwill
violins and ballets
au naturalle photographs
drums and guitars were yesterdays...
of ten in one are put into past. if you don't mind
bored,reading my blog this mo;
left their footprints;
