Well, you know, you're never gonna change my mind
Doesn't it seem like a waste of time?
You know I'm always gonna cross that line
And I'll keep telling you, it takes all kinds
One more ripple in a big flat world
Find a little shelter, baby girl
One more ditty from the lost and found
One more step and we all fall down
In light of our discussions (which involved a lot of yelling, some tears and some glorious child-Bridget foot stomping, let me tell you), I have made an agreement with the devil and I have since struck out the offending parts of the previous post.
He pointed out I never listen.
He might be right.
I'll tell you the rest tomorrow. He is still sort of yelling. I'm still not listening.
He pointed out I never listen.
He might be right.
I'll tell you the rest tomorrow. He is still sort of yelling. I'm still not listening.