Anyway. Short and sweet because I've got a headache and music is not soothing this particular ill:
Ingrid Michaelson - December Baby
The colored lights, they brightly shine.
Unlike your eyes avoiding mine.
The snow is folding sheet upon sheet.
Our hands not holding as we cross the street.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
I wore the dress I thought you loved.
But my boots are filling with snow you shoved
Off of the car we climb into.
You finished first, I must catch up to you.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
How can I catch up when I don't don't want to?
How can I catch up when I still want you?
The White Stripes - In the Cold, Cold Night
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come runnin' to me, in the cold, cold night
- Mood:
sore in the head
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