I believe in a thing called love.
If any of you want paramedic car decals that will make you look like a gay superhero contact me. I won't say how I got them, but I certainly don't want 'em.
RISK ASSESSMENT:
On the plus side - you may get pulled over by the 5-0 a little less often.
On the down side you'll be setting off 'gay-dar' left and right.
And because I am in danger of becoming stupid with seriousness. Now the entire lyrics for 'growing on me'
I can't get rid of you
I don't know what to do
I don't even know who is growing on who
'Cos everywhere I go you're there
Can't get you out of my hair
Can't pretend that I don't care - it's not fair
I'm punished for all my offences
I wanna touch you but I'm afraid of the consequences
I wanna banish you from whence you came
But you're part of me now
And I've only got myself to blame
You're really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
You're really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
Any fool can see
Sleeping in an empty bed
Can't get you off my head
I won't have a life until you're dead
Yes, you heard what I said
I wanna shake you off but you just won't go
And you're all over me but I don't want anyone to know
That you're attached to me, that's how you've grown
Won't you leave me, leave me alone
(corrus cont)
People who feel like they need to have as many friends as possible are like aliens to me for all I understand how they think. But then, I'm not especially fond of humanity in general. I don't think the Church of Cool can ever be burned down for good, but I'm sure as hell not going to walk in and get on my knees.