PastaJoe

Sing, sing a song Make it simple to last Your whole life long Don't worry that it's not Good enough for anyone Else to hear Just sing, sing a song

I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill Sometimes I don't know how to feel

Taking my time Choosin' my line Trying to decide what to do Looks like my stop Don't wanna get off Got myself hung up on you Seems to me You don't want to talk about it Seems to me You just turn your pretty head and walk away

I was a kid when we lived 3 blocks from the Main Street campus in the late 60’s. There were protests against the Vietnam War going on and tear gas blew over to our street. Everyone had to go inside and close the windows.

MILF doesn’t stand for Marooned In a Large Forest.

A long-long time ago, on graduation day You handed me your book, I signed this way Roses are red, my love, violets are blue Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you

Guess I got what I deserved Kept you waiting there too long, my love All that time, without a word Did you really think that I'd forget And regret The special love I have for you My baby blue

She took it hard but I bought her lunch at the diner and she was content.

She was too high maintenance. She’d drive me nuts with her personality.

Samantha on Bewitched

We were so in phase In our dance hall days We were cool on craze When I, you and everyone we knew Could believe, do and share in what was true

Well, I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am

May you never lose the wonder in your soul May you always have a blanket for the cold May the living light inside you be the compass as you go May you always know you have my hand to hold

Things are goin' great And they're only gettin' better I'm doin' all right Gettin' good grades The future's so bright I gotta wear shades I gotta wear shades

These team celebrations in the end zone are ridiculous. The league needs to restrict them.