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I close my eyes and you appear
I think of you all day long...
Who am I to question you, to say that you are...
Who am I to hum the tune of life's unending song...
When night appear I am there.
I walk upon the Earth at night...
I cut it bleeds
You ask why...
When night appear I am there.
I walk upon the Earth at night...
Who am I to question you, to say that you are...
Who am I to hum the tune of life's unending song...
I close my eyes and you appear
I think of you all day long...
There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. People should be very free with sex, they should draw the line at goats. ~Elton John |
If gays are granted rights, next we'll have to give rights to prostitutes and to people who sleep with St. Bernards and to nailbiters. ~Anita Bryant |
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains. ~Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire, 1947 |