tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66455392066663941422012-02-16T05:30:23.979-08:00Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-25266234341239628922007-02-04T10:09:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:09:58.612-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYjJ1ZG9vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/G4Z-rkaeMDc/s1600-h/tn_laurelmassejpg_1166064107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027744685863925490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYjJ1ZG9vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/G4Z-rkaeMDc/s320/tn_laurelmassejpg_1166064107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It's a lazy afternoon</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And the beetle bugs are zooming</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And the tulip trees are blooming</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And there's not another human in view,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">But us two</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It's a lazy afternoon</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And the farmer leaves his reaping</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And the meadow cows are sleeping</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">As we dream</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">A far pink cloud hangs over the hill</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Unfolding like a rose</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">If you hold my hand and sit real still,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">You can hear the grass as it grows</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It's a hazy afternoon</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And there's no one passing by it to see<br />Come spend this lazy afternoon with me<br /></span><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYhi1ZG9uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bk_x4sioGHY/s1600-h/laurel,.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027742916337399522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYhi1ZG9uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bk_x4sioGHY/s320/laurel,.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYhi1ZG9uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bk_x4sioGHY/s1600-h/laurel,.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Taken from AGAIN<br /></span><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYhi1ZG9uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bk_x4sioGHY/s1600-h/laurel,.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-2526623434123962892?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-45912955495998687962007-02-04T09:55:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:09:58.992-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYgZlZG9tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3RDtbwAGxDk/s1600-h/gfr.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027741657911981778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYgZlZG9tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3RDtbwAGxDk/s320/gfr.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by,</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know;</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling stories that no one believes,</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Stories of love belong to you and to me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oh, Dindi, if I only had words I would say all the beautiful</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">things that I see when you're with me, Oh my Dindi.</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oh Dindi, like the song of the wind in the trees, that's how my heart is</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">singing Dindi, Happy Dindi, When you're with me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">I love you more each day, yes I do, yes I do;</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'd let you go away, if you take me with you.</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Don't you know, Dindi, I'd be running and searching for you like a river that</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">can't find the sea, that would be me without you, my Dindi.</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">can't find the sea that would be me without you Dindi.</span></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Like a river that can't find the sea, that would be me without you, my Dindi.<br /></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYeW1ZG9qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H52aivzdQPI/s1600-h/11482643962.jpg"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027739411644085922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYeW1ZG9qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H52aivzdQPI/s320/11482643962.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYeW1ZG9qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H52aivzdQPI/s1600-h/11482643962.jpg"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></a></div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Taken from EASY LIVING<br /></span><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-4591295549599868796?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-69569977610722136552007-02-04T09:24:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:09:59.408-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYZuVZG9oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cdD_gUeiDa8/s1600-h/laurelmasse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027734317812872834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYZuVZG9oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cdD_gUeiDa8/s400/laurelmasse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYXClZG9kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LKp1bxyj-38/s1600-h/133.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I never feel a thing is real</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">When I'm away from you</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Out of your embrace</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">The world's a temporary parking place</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Mmm, mm, mm, mm</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">A bubble for a minute<br />Mmm, mm, mm, mm</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Say, its only a paper moon</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Sailing over a cardboard sea</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">But it wouldn't be make-believe</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">If you believed in me</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Yes, it's only a canvas sky</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Hanging over a muslin tree</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">But it wouldn't be make-believe</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">If you believed in me</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Without your love</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">It's a honky-tonk parade</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Without your love</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">It's a melody played in a penny arcade</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">It's a Barnum and Bailey world</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Just as phony as it can be</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">But it wouldn't be make-believe</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">If you believed in me<br /></span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYXRlZG9lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7-m1bjs1n9Y/s1600-h/133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027731624868378194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYXRlZG9lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7-m1bjs1n9Y/s400/133.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYXRlZG9lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7-m1bjs1n9Y/s1600-h/133.jpg"></a></div><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Taken from ALONE TOGETHER</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYXRlZG9lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7-m1bjs1n9Y/s1600-h/133.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-6956997761072213655?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-90348322292172690112007-02-04T08:54:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:09:59.685-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYWclZG9jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TnABusvg3Dc/s1600-h/BBC002_MANHATTAN_TRANSFER_6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027730714335311410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYWclZG9jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TnABusvg3Dc/s400/BBC002_MANHATTAN_TRANSFER_6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Walk in love</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff00;">A sandy beach, we're barefoot<br />We walk in love<br />A time and place so sacred<br />Only lovers/love will see the magic we can be -<br />We came - we saw - we fell in love<br />Two birds as one above<br />No need to conquer love<br />We came - we saw - we fell in love<br />Two birds as one above<br />No need to conquer love<br />Talking hands<br />We walk in silence but we have talking hands<br />They speak of feelings like our words could never do<br />My love, I shine for you -<br />We came - we saw - we fell in love<br />Two birds as one above<br />No need to conquer love<br />We came - we saw - we fell in love<br />Two birds as one above<br />No need to conquer love<br />Laugh to laugh<br />We take our clothes off<br />Moonlit to love (to love)<br />Ooh, to love (ooh, to love)<br />We spread the blanket, lie down rising with the waves<br />And falling like a star -<br />We came - we saw - we fell in love<br />Two birds as one above<br />No need to conquer love<br />We came - we saw - we fell in love<br />Two birds as one above<br />No need to conquer love<br /><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027724903244559890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYRKVZG9hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/su4CEZ-DIQI/s320/000000142328.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Taken from PASTICHE </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-9034832229217269011?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-76084072838221438362007-02-04T08:28:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:10:00.030-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYKK1ZG9eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eDGvtE5nJOA/s1600-h/Laurel+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027717215253100002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYKK1ZG9eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eDGvtE5nJOA/s320/Laurel+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Love for sale<br />Advertising young love for sale<br />Love that's fresh and still unspoiled<br />Love that's only slightly soiled<br />Love - yes come get my love because it's right here for sale<br />Who will buy<br />Who would like to sample my supply<br />Who's prepared to pay the price<br />For a trip to paradise<br />Love for sale<br />Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way<br />I've known every type of love better far than they<br />If you want the thrill of love,<br />I've been through the mill of love<br />Old love, new love, every love but true<br />Love for sale<br />Advertising young love for sale<br />If you want to buy my wares<br />Follow me and climb the stairs<br />Love for sale<br /></span><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYJulZG9dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t7W_fsSR500/s1600-h/000000142328.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027716729921795538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYJulZG9dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t7W_fsSR500/s400/000000142328.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYJulZG9dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t7W_fsSR500/s1600-h/000000142328.jpg"></a></p><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Taken from PASTICHE</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-7608407283822143836?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-23703461248120165452007-02-04T07:37:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:10:00.498-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX_llZG9UI/AAAAAAAAACE/zSo0iCWj2uo/s1600-h/klo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027705580186694978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX_llZG9UI/AAAAAAAAACE/zSo0iCWj2uo/s400/klo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Scotch and soda</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Mud in your eye</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Baby do I feel high</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Oh me, oh my do I feel high (So high)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Dry martini, jigger of gin</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Oh what a spell you've got me in</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Oh my, do I feel high</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">People don't believe me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">They think that I'm just braggin</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">'But I could feel the way I feel</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">And still be on the wagon</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">All I need is one of your smiles</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Sunshine of your eyes</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Oh me, oh my do I feel higher than a kite can fly</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Give me lovin', cause I feel so high</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">People don't believe me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">They think that I'm just braggin'</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">But I could feel the way I feel</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">And still be on the wagon (On the wagon)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">All I need is one of your smiles (All I need is your smile)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Sunshine of your eyes</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Oh me, oh my do I feel higher than a kite can fly</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Give me lovin' (lovin')</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">'Cause I feel so high<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYCZFZG9VI/AAAAAAAAACc/VH0dyNz6AZg/s1600-h/jki9.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027708663973213522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYCZFZG9VI/AAAAAAAAACc/VH0dyNz6AZg/s320/jki9.bmp" border="0" /></a> </span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"It Wouldn't Have Made Any Difference"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Do you remember the last time I said </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">If I ever thought of lying I'd rather be dying instead<br />And maybe you'll remember<br />The last time you called me to say we were through<br />How it took a million tears just to prove they all were for you<br />But those days are through<br />'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference<br />If you loved me<br />How could you love me<br />When it wouldn't really make any difference<br />If you really loved me<br />You just didn't love me<br />'Cause I know of hundreds of times I could be<br />In the most unfaithful arms that you always picture me<br />Well maybe you'll remember<br />That though I can't always show proof I was true<br />No one else could change my mind or stop me coming home to you<br />But those days are through<br />'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference<br />If you loved me<br />How could you love me<br />When it wouldn't really make any difference<br />If you really loved me<br />You just didn't love me<br />Enough to believe me<br />Enough not to leave me<br />Ooh, enough not to look for reason to be unhappy with me<br />And make me regret ever wanting you'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference<br />If you loved me<br />ow could you love me<br />When it wouldn't really make any difference<br />If you really loved me<br />You just didn't love me<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX-rFZG9TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JmSokuPNclU/s1600-h/B000002I8W_01__AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027704575164347698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX-rFZG9TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JmSokuPNclU/s320/B000002I8W_01__AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX-rFZG9TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JmSokuPNclU/s1600-h/B000002I8W_01__AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX-rFZG9TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JmSokuPNclU/s1600-h/B000002I8W_01__AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Taken from COMING OUT<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-2370346124812016545?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-73213164816376291462007-02-04T07:28:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:10:01.058-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX8SlZG9QI/AAAAAAAAABY/3dOUHvF_8FU/s1600-h/fg65.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027701955234297090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX8SlZG9QI/AAAAAAAAABY/3dOUHvF_8FU/s400/fg65.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX70VZG9PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Fa0-txXd7Y/s1600-h/untitledBZ.bmp"></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">3 AM<br />Nowhere else to go<br />It's 3 AM and I miss you so<br />Couples are departing soon they'll all be gone<br />Now another day is starting<br />Still I linger on with<br />Blue Champagne<br />Purple shadows and blue champagne<br />With the echoes that still remain<br />I keep a blue rendezvous<br />Bubbles rise<br />Like a fountain before my eyes<br />And they suddenly crystallize<br />To form a vision of you<br />All the plans we started, all the songs we sang<br />Each little dream we knew<br />Seems to overtake me<br />Like a boomerang<br />Blue is the sparkle, gone is the tang<br />It's your refrain,<br />Keeps returning, as I remain<br />With all the memories and blue champagne<br />To toast the dream that was you<br />I'm bluer than blue champagne<br /></span><div align="left"></div><div><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX70VZG9PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Fa0-txXd7Y/s1600-h/untitledBZ.bmp"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027701435543254258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcX70VZG9PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Fa0-txXd7Y/s400/untitledBZ.bmp" border="0" /></span></a></div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#66ffff;">Taken from THE MANHATTAN TRANSFER</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-7321316481637629146?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645539206666394142.post-51442560880324446302007-02-04T05:01:00.000-08:002008-12-12T22:10:01.203-08:00<div><div><p align="left"><span style="color:#66ffff;">Sweet Talking Guy</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Talking sweet kinda lies</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Don't you believe in him, if you do he'll make you cry</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">He'll send you flowers</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">And paint the town with another girl</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">He's a sweet talking guy (Sweet talking guy)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">But he hasn't got a dime (Sweet talking guy)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Sweeter than sugar (oooh, ooh)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Kisses like wine (Oh he's so fine)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Don't let him under your skin, 'cause you'll never win</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Don't give him love today, tomorrow he's on his way</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">He's a sweet talking guy (Sweet talking guy)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">But he hasn't got a dime</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Why do I love him like I do?</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Sweet sweet, sweet talking guy</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">He's a sweet talking (sweet talking)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">sweet talking (sweet talking)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">guy</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Stay away from him (sweet sweet, sweet talking guy)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">'cause you know you'll never win</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">(what's the use of trying)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Don't give him love today, tomorrow he's on his way,</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">He's a sweet talking (sweet talking)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Sweet talking (sweet talking)</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">GuY</span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYHT1ZG9ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlRibIJZOgc/s1600-h/untitledBZ.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027714071337039250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCsQkP0Zygg/RcYHT1ZG9ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlRibIJZOgc/s320/untitledBZ.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="color:#66ffff;">Taken from THE MANHATTAN TRANSFER</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645539206666394142-5144256088032444630?l=laurelmasse-enrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enriquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149531128748144183noreply@blogger.com