It's getting so hot in here
My nose is startin' to bleed
That last step you took came too close
I could hear the walls breathe
And they're sighing --
Too loud, too loud
Too close too close
And the smile on my face froze
When you passed me your number
I couldn't find a chair to hide under
I guess I'll call you next week...
... Some of the ski team kids aren't so bad. Tim, on the long trafficked ride home, had me guessing 80's songs. I stumped him with Depeche Mode (O! the disgrace!) and New Order and the Cure, he stumped me with Prince and Bruce Springsteen. We never got around to Warren Zevon. ;)
On the ride back we stopped for hot dogs, we put cayenne pepper on them - Tim exclaims "These are so hot my nose is starting to bleed!" - whence came the beginnins of the terrible attempt at lyrics that you see above. My friend needs some for an album. GOt any ideas? E-mail them to me!
'nyway, the theme for the song is a far darker look at the fun of today - I was stuck doing 'inscription' for the race in the bar today, all by me lonesome - we were spread across two chalets so I was all alone. But the CHOM crew was there, and one of da boys was actually quite charming, even though he speaks hebrew and went to Wagar. ;) I swear I'll give him a call one of these days. AFTER I hand in the next increment up of my AI project for class.
When it rains, the cats always seem to get stuck in my hair. I take a break from sex, all is quiet, and now all of a sudden, I've got da boy from class, CHOM boy, and this dancer chickie dyin' for a taste of my tongue ring... cf, I'm never going to match your record for celibacy. I'm just not that Zen. ;)
Of course, that's nothing so great to complain about...
Anyone else out there dyin' for a good lickin'? Come on, *stroke* my ego... ;)