Sat in the bathroom listening to U2 whilst running a bath. Its been a strange night already and its only 8. I've been texted by 3 women who I either used to fancy or went out with.
Where are all the normal single women, what's normal, do they exist?
I think I should give up, not sure they are worth the hassle, headaches or nightmares, lol!
Oh another thing, if a woman calls me, sweet or a star again I'm gonna go fucking nuts :-(
Bollocks, now Bono is singing "With or Without You" FUCK!!!
Ah, I feel better after that outburst, but fuck off Bono ;-)
U2 - With or Without You
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you
With or without you
With or without you
Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you
In my case it'll be Without You most likely, lol...
Now I gotta laugh, now Even Better Than The Real Thing is playing:
U2 - Even Better Than The Real Thing
Give me one more chance
And you'll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won't be denied
Well my heart is where it's always been
My head is somewhere in between
Give me one more chance
Let me be your lover tonight
(Check it out)
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child...
Give me one last chance
And I'm gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance
To ride on the waves that you bring
You're honey child to a swarm of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last dance
We'll slide down the surface of things
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child...
We're free to fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
Oh now...here she comes
Take me higher
Take me higher
You take me higher
You take me higher
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Right that's enough of the soppy shit, where's the thrash metal ;-)
Monday, November 28, 2005
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