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Did somebody tell you what I couldn t tell you?
I hope they did.
(I hope they didn t.)

Will I learn to regret it, or should I forget it?
Whatever this is- it feels electric.

You shot me a sweet look,
Gave me your Year Book,
Told me to sign...
It was a signal.

But I couldn t find the words.
I just couldn t find the nerve.
As usual.

Here s my Bright Idea:
I ll just disappear!
I ll just fly away from here

Now you re in Hollywood (right in my neighborhood)-
Things are really looking up for you...
An army of managers and lots of pretty boys lining up
just to meet with you.

I could ve SWORN that it you that I bumped to just the other day
at the record store.

But I still don t have a clue.
I just couldn t talk to you.
As usual.

Here s my Bright Idea:
I ll just disappear!
I ll just fly away from here

So I come to your Event
in my well-rehearsed mystique,
I show up an hour late-
but I ve been ready for a week,
Then you float into the hallway
like some neon silhouette,
I m slowly losing oxygen
and my hands are soaking wet,
All the cameras and reporters
piling up on one another
just to get a look at you,
They all want an interview,
Then I make my move,
push them out of my way,
But I still just don t know what to say...

Here s my Bright Idea:
I ll just disappear!
I ll just fly away from here...

Put the cans safely back on the shelf.
Take a breath, grab a hold of yourself.
If i had a headache for every other bad day you re dragging around, i d fall dead on the counter.
I d fall dead on the counter.
Happy to be lying down.
Your face reads like a horror...

The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did it s best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall...

Powiedz wdzięczna kobzo moja,
u mnie lico - duma twoja,
Cóż może być piękniejszego,
Nad człowieka rycerskiego.

Cóż nad pograniczne kraje,
Kędy skoro lód rozstaje,
Ujrzysz pola nieprzejrzane,
Młodą trawą przyodziane.

Husarz zasię w mocnej zbroi,
Warownym obozem stoi.
Który po sutym obiedzie,
Straż zarazem swą zawiedzie.

Pod świętymi chorągwiami,
Głośny trąbą i bębnami,
Bierzy pochylony lasem,
Dla sławy, dla zysku czasem.
...

Yo c, they thought we wasnt gonna come wit somethin for the clubs, hehe
check it out...
this is the remix
fo sho the spread my wings remix
yo girl lemme tell u somethin

why are you takin so long girl?
you know...

My grandma she can make a soup
With a little a this n that
She can feed the whole sloop group
With a little a this n that
Stone soup! You know the story
Stone soup! Who needs the glory?
But with grandma cookin...