I wanna kiss you in Paris I wanna hold your hand in Rome I wanna run naked in a rainstorm Make love in a train cross-country You put this in me So now what, so now what?
Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying For you to justify my love
I want to know you Not like that I don't wanna be your mother I don't wanna be your sister either I just wanna be your lover I wanna have your baby Kiss me, that's right, kiss me
Yearning, burning For you to justify my love
What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? Talk to me -- tell me your dreams Am I in them? Tell me your fears Are you scared? Tell me your stories I'm not afraid of who you are We can fly!
Poor is the man Whose pleasures depend On the permission of another Love me, that's right, love me I wanna be your baby
I'm open and ready For you to justify my love To justify my love Wanting, to justify Waiting, to justify my love Praying, to justify To justify my love I'm open, to justify my love p.s. one more song added to the music-to-fuck-to list
"Because she feels a lot like you..." So he told her he's fallen in love. It's the second time she's heard that line in her life. "Why do people always fall for those who feel like me, but not me... myself?" She asked him half-jokingly. "Because... you are too good for bad people like us..." He answered half-seriously.
They are not supposed to meet. Only because the others are now scattered around the world - France, Canada, New Zealand, Japan to name a few. That's their excuse.
Then he suggested they should have a theme song. She disagreed saying that there's no point for friends to have theme song. It's cheesy anyway.
He insisted saying she reminded him of John 214 because the certain scent that she once wore. She told him there is nothing romantic about them. They are just Karma Police who caught each other in the crime scene. Helping each other runaway.
He didn't like the police. He thought they should be New York Herald Tribune instead. But she thought they were not close to being cool. They are just sad children, so in any case it should be Quatre Cents Coups.
He talked about something else. She couldn't remember. But that's when they played Love Will Tear Us Apart.
They laughed. "So... what are you ordering, Gorgeous..." "Stop Gorgeous-ing me. Go and eat another woman's sushi!"
All in all, Thanks for telling me not to hide from my friends anymore. Remind me that they've been nice to me and they are nice people. Blah blah blah... Now you have to stay away from me. Because I say so.
why do you have to curse when life is already tragic enough how do i stop convincing myself that something magical and beautiful will happen to me
i go back to that stage while i was supposed to save myself from its a corny mistake
why are you giving yourself such a hard time when everything else is already not letting you go he is afriad of the insecurity too maybe a lot more than you do
somewhere around our imagination and dream lies a reality more real to me than life itself stealing mine away
when you come instead of waking me up we fall not asleep but in love
is it because i havn't try hard enough? because everytime i think of you, i still want to kill myself? because i feel wrong about every thing? becasue i miss that more than anything else? because i once waited for you in bed naked? becasue the tree still sings that song to me? becasue i am afraid? because after we meet, i fall into pieces? becasue we didn't have much time? because it was hot? because of the three break-ups? becasue all i want to do is escape? becasue i know i will run away and maybe this time you wont catch me? because i vomited? because i know i am stupid? because i cry for you? because of the warm bed? because you make me go head over heels? because you were shy? because i care too much? because of your icy sweet face? because i never expect anything? because just because...?