Date: | Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:00AM PDT) |
From: | "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com> |
Subject: | |
To: | lipsandears@foxnews.com, showbiztonight@cnn.com, tips@gawker.com, julia@juliaallison.com |
Are you sleepy?
I'll call us a cab
So we can head home
And be alone
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Your valleys to roam
Lost in your bush
Like I'm Lewis or Clark
In the virgin forest
Fireflies after dark
And, your Pocahontas
(or
Scarlett Johansson,
Scarlett Johansson,
Scarlett Johansson)
Ewwhh ... Ewwhh ... Ewwhh ...
Fireflies after dark
We created a spark
Still no-one can find us
Ewwhh ... Ewwhh ... Ewwhh ...
Hidden under your covers
Two city living lovers
Yeah, no-one can find us
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Ah, everybody finds us
When it's after dark
Walking away down Park
Where headlights blind us
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Are you sleepy?
I'll call us a cab
So we can head home
And be alone
---
Hidden under your covers
Two city living lovers
Yeah, no one can find us
For no one to find us
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No one to find us
No one to find us
No one to find us
Best of the Roses,
John French mystrawhat.com
Things We're Afraid to Say: Webs
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