I cant help about the shape I'm in.
I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin.
But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand.
He said, stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand.
But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh well.
6 comments:
Mind if I join you on that cool looking rock for a while Bear? I think I'm melting.....
Romany Angel:
Angel, as long as your melting doesn't leave a stain, there'll always be room for you on my rock.
Anal til the end aren't you? Of course I won't leave a bloody stain..... :(
Um... and you'll wipe your feet...?
gr8t photo.
Now, if you saw how many layers of clothing I'm wearing to keep warm *inside* of my house, you'd probably laugh....brrrrrrr
Gel:
No... I think envy would better describe my reaction.
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