venerdì, ottobre 28, 2005

Hair

is cut. Lovely light-headed feeling. I think it's even more of a mullet than it used to be, which I'm okay with, since that sick mullet fad seems to have died down and Genius Alex left me long bits in the front to stop me looking like a country music star.

Indications at the moment are that I've hit menopause, and part of me is pretty happy with that idea. Another part - well. Wants to go back to the boy's dormitory, shall we say. Sunrise, sunset. Silly, really. After you get what you want you don't want it. If I got the moon I'd grow tired of it soon.


You're like a baby,
You want what you want when you want it.
But after you are presented with what you want you're discontented!
You're always wishing and wanting for something
When you get what you want you don't want what you get
And though I sit upon your knee you'll grow tired of me
'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want what you wanted at all.
Changeable, you got a changeable nature
Always, always changing your mind
There's a longing in your eye hard to satisfy
And here's the reason why...
'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want it
If I gave you the moon you'd grow tired of it soon
You're like a baby, you want what you want when you want it
But after you are presented with what you want you're discontented
You're always wishing and wanting for something
When you get what you want you don't want what you get
And though I sit upon your knee you'll grow tired of me
'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want what you wanted at all
Baby I don't mean to make you blue but you need a talking to
'Cuz after you get what you want you don't want what you wanted at all.
I know you.
You surely do, Mme. Monroe, or whoever you got to write that song.

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