Alas, my love...
Ophelia, Ophelia
What's the deal ya
Left me all alone
Beside the telephone
Waitin' for your call
Don'cha know your all
I long for in a world
Won'cha be my girl
Ophelia, Ophelia,
WHAT MAKES YOUR BIG HEAD SO HARD?
posted by Lane Savant at 12:33 PM
12 Comments:
I love this one! Playful and tight.
Sure to join the great ones.
Nothing like an impenetrable rock! Perhaps good for standing on and surveying the view!
haha that was fun...the opening def sounds lyrical like a song...
Turn this into a hip hop song....you'll make millions!
I remembered! I remembered that song, from long ago. But of course it was Caldonia, not Ophelia. :-)
heehee
=)
She's got great big feet, she ain't had enough to eat, but I love her just the same, Cal'donia is her name
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Giggle!
Anna :o]
Hallo, Lane!!
I thought from your blog a day later that what was attached to Valentina's fingers was/is your love!?!?
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Nah, it's still Meighan.
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