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| one fine day
you'll look at me
and then you'll know our love was
meant to be
one fine day
you're gonna want me
for your girl, oh yeah
the arms I long for
will open wide
and you'll be proud to have me
right by your side
one fine day
you're gonna want me
for your girl
though i know you're
kind of a boy
who only wants to run around
i'll keep waiting
and someday, darling
you'll come to me
when you want to settle down
one fine day
we'll meet once more
and then you'll want the love you
threw away before
one fine day
you're gonna want me
and one fine day
you're gonna want me
and one fine day
you're gonna want me
for your girl | | |
| My skin is like a map
Of where my heart has been
And I cant hide the marks
Its not a negative thing
So I let down my guard
Drop my defences down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow
I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me
Theres a mark you leave
Like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Cant stratch the surface
Without moving me underneath
I bruise easily
I bruise easily
I found your fingerprints
On a glass of wine
Do you know you're leaving them
All over this heart of mine too
But if I never take this leap of faith
I'll never know
So im learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow
Anyone who can touch you
Can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you
Can love you or leave you
So be gentle...
I bruise easily
I bruise easily
-natasha bedingfield- | | |
| i know i haven't written properly in an incredibly long time. i let my european life go by without blogging once, something i may never forgive myself for. pure an absolute laziness, really no excuse.
so my summer in a nutshell:
working has been okay, way | | |
| "Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part..."
-Corelli's Mandolin | | |
| in new york summers get hot well into the hundreds
you can walk around the block without a change of clothing
hot as a hair dryer in your face
hot as handbag and a can of mace
new york, i just got a place in new york
new york: u2
this city is sweltering. sticky, muggy, go to bed in your underwear hot. i find myself getting drunk faster, probably because of the heat. but i love it. and i love my new apartment. va bene! | | |
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