Sunday, March 30, 2008

Three months


"Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book,
look no further -- I am yours.

We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree.
We can do anything that turns you up and sets you free.

You're an exception to the rule.
You're a bona fide rarity.
You're all I ever wanted -- Southern boy, could you want me?

So come outside and walk with me.
We'll try each other on to see if we fit.
And with our roots become a tree,
to shade what we make under it.

We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree.
We can do anything that turns you up and sets you free.

You're an exception to the rule.
You're a bona fide rarity.
You're all I ever wanted -- Southern boy, could you want me?
Southern boy, could you want me?
Southern boy, could you want me...?
Southern boy...?"

by Incubus, with my gender alterations

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