In the matters of relationships, a 'lotta women wanna splurge with a night out on the town.
I for one, never understood why. The annoying sometimes overwhelming crowd and priceyness never swept me into it. You've gotta get dolled up for all this, and your man has to fort the bill, it's a 'lotta work all for one night.
What's bad about playing a little hooky with our men?
Watching The Breakfast Club, Kissing, Ordering Takeout ... Maybe strolling into the bedroom for thensome.
Instead, girls are takin' out a Second Mortgage to cover a ridiculous Lace Dress, which takes practically two hours to put on and then take off. That's a moodkill for the bedroom later on, ladies.
'Ya know, I want happiness and simplicity. Using a thumb for sensually brushing the food from the others' lips, while locking eyes and smiling. I've got that with Jack, and I wouldn't compromise nor jeopardize it for anything else but what it truly is ... Butterflies.
Love's not Materials and Money ... Love's being broke but happy. Kickin' a can along the sidewalk with five dollars to your name and a dream in your heart. Walkin' hand and hand with your man never thinking twice about where the road leads, 'cause you two are together every step of the way.
Love's about feelings. It challenges everything a gal once thought that she knew. It gives her a Sense of Security money can't buy. It'll drive her crazy. Makes her angry sometimes, upset others, but happy always.
Love's not Glamorous Resorts and Jewelry ... Love's lying in the bed while locking hands, gazing into each others' eyes. Feeling each others' warmth. Living for the moment. Knowing that they're "The One" with every movement, every look, every touch and all the words.
I for one, never understood why. The annoying sometimes overwhelming crowd and priceyness never swept me into it. You've gotta get dolled up for all this, and your man has to fort the bill, it's a 'lotta work all for one night.
What's bad about playing a little hooky with our men?
Watching The Breakfast Club, Kissing, Ordering Takeout ... Maybe strolling into the bedroom for thensome.
Instead, girls are takin' out a Second Mortgage to cover a ridiculous Lace Dress, which takes practically two hours to put on and then take off. That's a moodkill for the bedroom later on, ladies.
'Ya know, I want happiness and simplicity. Using a thumb for sensually brushing the food from the others' lips, while locking eyes and smiling. I've got that with Jack, and I wouldn't compromise nor jeopardize it for anything else but what it truly is ... Butterflies.
Love's not Materials and Money ... Love's being broke but happy. Kickin' a can along the sidewalk with five dollars to your name and a dream in your heart. Walkin' hand and hand with your man never thinking twice about where the road leads, 'cause you two are together every step of the way.
Love's about feelings. It challenges everything a gal once thought that she knew. It gives her a Sense of Security money can't buy. It'll drive her crazy. Makes her angry sometimes, upset others, but happy always.
Love's not Glamorous Resorts and Jewelry ... Love's lying in the bed while locking hands, gazing into each others' eyes. Feeling each others' warmth. Living for the moment. Knowing that they're "The One" with every movement, every look, every touch and all the words.
"Lovers forever,
Face to Face ...
My city or mountains,
Stay with me, stay.
I need you to love me,
I need you today ...
Give to me your Leather,
Take from me my Lace."
You're 100% right! x
ReplyDelete-Liza.