Wednesday, April 18, 2007

pursuing romantism

Last nite you told me that I ain't romantic. How could you?
In fact, it is true *giggling*
I ain't romantic, AT ALL :)
"Gosh, what kind of a woman am I?"

Anyway, here I try to be as romantic as I could be

Pretend that I am next to you, sitting behind my piano
wearing my simple, black dress, playing and singing this song for you

You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And You're the perfect thing to see.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

p.s. thanks God we have Michale Buble (thank dude! your song is superb!)

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