March 11, 2004 // 8:57 p.m.
And please stop following me around, fixation or no fixation.
And please stop following me around, fixation or no fixation.
I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Dream awhile, scheme awhile, you're sure to find
Happiness and I guess, all those things you've always pined for
Gee, it's great to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets Woolworth's never sell, baby
Till that lucky day you know darn well...
(Real-ish entry within three hours, promise.)
(I lied about the new entry thing. Left my diary at home. I know everyone's all broken up over that. Tomorrow, then, when I'm on a keyboard that actually works, anyway.)