Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again
i had a weired dream last night that i drove a really small car ( like a kids car) and when some chick ran off the path into a puddle i didn't jump in to save her. ( i was going to but i had to take my shoes off) then i punched one of my enemies in the face. also spat in it
too.
then i went home to the next door having a party. was cool. also my house wasn't my house it looked different inside was cool. looked way more that 70's show house inside was groovy