tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097021351138633894.post5341619267169438960..comments2023-03-28T22:07:32.224-07:00Comments on Wait . . . Dad?: To Each WordJoshua Macraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06165766329590414338noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097021351138633894.post-75415868235786859972012-11-13T18:33:28.537-08:002012-11-13T18:33:28.537-08:00Here are some single lyrics that hit me hard enoug...Here are some single lyrics that hit me hard enough I didn't have to hear the rest of the song.<br /><br />"Psycho Killer, que'st que c'est?"<br /><br />"But I'm a creep... I'm a weirdo.."<br /><br />"The moment I wake up<br />Before I put on my make-up<br />I say a little prayer for you."<br /><br />"Here's to the ladies who lunch<br />Everybody laugh."<br /><br />"Why was I born?<br />Why am I living?<br />What do I get?<br />What am I giving?"<br /><br />"She's my only true love,<br />She's all that I think of.<br />Look here, in my wallet,<br />That's her.<br />She grew up on a farm there,<br />There's a place on my arm where<br />I've written her name<br />Next to mine."<br /><br />"Mi stuzzichi."<br /><br />That's Italian for "it stings me".<br /><br />Other examples available on request.<br />Matthew Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17769958949302039878noreply@blogger.com