Whole lotta posts!
Our love was famine, frustration
We only acted out an imitation
Of what real love should have been
And then suddenly ...
Our love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morning
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Whole lotta posts!
Our love was famine, frustration
We only acted out an imitation
Of what real love should have been
And then suddenly ...
Our love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morning
I know, I know, I know
I'm still your love
The same as I love you
You'll always love me, too
This love isn't gonna last
It's me and you
Love the one you're with.
Love is a verb, here in my room.
There's a place where I can go and tell my secrets to.
In my room, in my room.
Love is a stranger in a open car to tempt you in and lead you far away.
Love is the law
I fought the law, and the law won.
Grease is the word.
Not for all my little words.
[I can't believe you guys were doing this for >100 posts.]