I found the perfect song for you. It's going to be you and huskers song. So just take out the she part and add the he part and you will have a perfect song!
Sometimes her morning coffees way too strong And sometimes what she says, she says all wrong Right or wrong shes there beside me like only a friend would be And thats close enough to perfect for me
Now shes been known to wear her pants too tight And drinking puts her out just like a light Heaven knows shes not an angel, but shed really like to be And thats close enough to perfect for me
She kisses me each morning and smiles her sleepy smile And she dont have to say it, I can see it in her eyes Dont you worry about my woman or what you think she ought to be Shes close enough to perfect for me
Sometimes she gets down and starts to cry But then again a lady has a right Shes everything I've ever wanted, she's all Ill ever need Shes close enough to perfect for me
She kisses me each morning and smiles her sleepy smile She dont have to say it, I can see it in her eyes Dont you worry about my woman or what you think she ought to be Shes close enough to perfect for me Woah oh, shes close enough to perfect for me
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I found the perfect song for you. It's going to be you and huskers song. So just take out the she part and add the he part and you will have a perfect song!
Sometimes his morning coffees way too strong And sometimes what he says, he says all wrong Right or wrong he's there beside me like only a friend would be And thats close enough to perfect for me
Now he's been known to wear his pants too tight And drinking puts him out just like a light Heaven knows he's not an angel, but he'd really like to be And thats close enough to perfect for me
He kisses me each morning and smiles his sleepy smile And he dont have to say it, I can see it in his eyes Dont you worry about my man or what you think he ought to be He's close enough to perfect for me
Sometimes he gets down and starts to cry But then again a man has a right He's everything I've ever wanted, he's all Ill ever need He's close enough to perfect for me
He kisses me each morning and smiles his sleepy smile He dont have to say it, I can see it in his eyes Dont you worry about my man or what you think he ought to be He's close enough to perfect for me Woah oh, he's close enough to perfect for me
I did as you asked...lol
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“Until I discovered cooking, I was never really interested in anything.” ― Julia Child ―
I found the perfect song for you. It's going to be you and huskers song. So just take out the she part and add the he part and you will have a perfect song!
Sometimes his morning coffees way too strong And sometimes what he says, he says all wrong Right or wrong he's there beside me like only a friend would be And thats close enough to perfect for me
Now he's been known to wear his pants too tight And drinking puts him out just like a light Heaven knows he's not an angel, but he'd really like to be And thats close enough to perfect for me
He kisses me each morning and smiles his sleepy smile And he dont have to say it, I can see it in his eyes Dont you worry about my man or what you think he ought to be He's close enough to perfect for me
Sometimes he gets down and starts to cry But then again a man has a right He's everything I've ever wanted, he's all Ill ever need He's close enough to perfect for me
He kisses me each morning and smiles his sleepy smile He dont have to say it, I can see it in his eyes Dont you worry about my man or what you think he ought to be He's close enough to perfect for me Woah oh, he's close enough to perfect for me
I did as you asked...lol
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's a pretty song. I wanted to put the You Tube link but I'm too dumb to know how to do all that fancy stuff.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
--Elton John
the second keyboard song I learned--complex and beautiful
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" the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. "--edmund burke