Songs

She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd

Sweet ch¡ld of mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of ****hood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet ch¡ld o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a ch¡ld I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet ch¡ld o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet ch¡ld o' mine

oh my god , is a doctor here ??? Dude can you see clearly ??

cosmander wrote:

Noy at this time, because I´m drunk, cheeeerrssss!!!!

yo , cheers

Eye Tester

how many Faces are you see?

cosmander wrote:

cosmander wrote:

3?....no no 4,,......wait......3.......um.....oh shit I dont know

cosmander wrote:

Faces??? where??? ...

Did somebody say free cases of beer?