Saturday, March 03, 2012
My Boy Toy Lollipop
Finally...lets go to France. To the wife of the president or whatever the hell they call him over there. That's Carla Bruni. Who penned these lyrics below that to me are pretty surreal. Umm. this is a translation. so oerver!
You are the tombstone and I the epitaph
You are the text and I the paragraph
You are the bloopers and I the blunder
You are the elegance and I the grace
You are the effect and I the cause
You are the sofa and I the mental disorder
You the thorn and I the rose
You are the sadness and I the poet
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