christ666's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tiny Dancer Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand I really miss Hideko. She's gone for a week. She called me late last night, and my mom thought that I was asleep. When she realized that I wasn't, she told me and I tried calling her back, but she didn't answer. Hopefully she'll call me tonight. I really miss Penny. I'm in deep longing for her right now. I feel like I'm in Homeward Bound, with all those dogs and that cat trying to find that little bastard boy. Penny is that boy. I need my master. Woof. COME HOME!!!! My parents are gone, I'm alone in the house. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll just take a shower for a few hours. K, I'll do that. 3:47 p.m. - 2003-06-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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