“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!
all day, all day long I wait for few minutes of romance to share… that someone wasn’t there…
some people buy lovely little houses but overlook the fact their ego can’t fit in
I asked for help but didn’t know I had such “busy”, “busy” friends
he will stare every time till my cheeks start burning, but if I cast a look away from me he’s turning
all week long I struggle to wake up even late, on weekends – could I be your village rooster, please?
when I am a friend they search for someone else; I vanish – they hurry back again