Thursday, November 26, 2009

Don't tell me you weren't thinking exactly the same

On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you think a Norwegian guy would freak out if I walked up to him and went like this?



You and me,
let’s steal a car,
let’s rob a bank,
let’s travel far,
let’s wear these shirts my grandpa used to wear
And then I’ll be happy, I swear

I’ll point the gun, you’ll
keep the engine running,
I’ll be running to you.
You’ll be saying: darling our haircuts aside
we are just like Bonnie and Clyde

I’ll probably feel bad for
not taking the train but you’ll say it’s
In the country and it’s raining

We’ll kick open a cabin in the forest,
I’ll be scared like I am
You’ll put a flashlight under your chin in a scary way
and say you’re Son of Sam

And I’ll slowly pull you out of your Fred Segal
and high on the fact that we’re illegal
we’ll make sweet loving sweeter, like we do
I’ll say: BABY you’re a criminal, and you’ll say so are you

You and me,
let’s steal a car
But first,
before we go that far:
what’s your name?
Oh, don’t look so scared
Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking exactly the same


As you can see, silliness is what keeps me going these days. We have less than three weeks to finish all three exam projects... Yikes! I guess I should spend less time blogging.

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