Sunday, September 30, 2007

yeah yeah yeah, I know this has nothing to do with Interior Design but blah blah blah guess what, shit happens! and today I'd rather talk about my love life (in sort of generic terms)
Cowboys:
You see the whole cowboy concept is really just a state of mind nowadays - and for some dumb reason I'm addicted to this type of man. I can't help myself, unfortunately.

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young, He'll prob'ly just ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do, Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him, Do things to make you think he's right.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
These old boots still got a lot of ground they ain’t covered yet
There’s at least another million miles under these old bus treads
So if you think I’m gonnna settle down I‘ve got news for you
I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do
And as long as there’s a song Left in this old guitar
This life I’m bound to lead Ain’t for the faint of heart
So you won’t fall for me if you know what’s good for you ‘cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do
I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin’ me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose ‘cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do
Girl, you look like you might be an angel So I won’t lie
I could love you like the devil if you wanted me to tonight
And we could talk about forever for a day or two
But I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do
I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin’ me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose
‘cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do
I don't know why I act the way I do Like I ain't got a single thing to lose
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy - I guess that's just the cowboy in me
I got a life that most would love to have But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad at where this road I'm heading down might lead - I guess that's just the cowboy in me
The urge to run,
the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see - I guess that's just the cowboy in me
Girl I know there's times you must have thought There ain't a line you've drawn I haven't crossed
But you set your mind to see this love on through I guess that's just the cowboy in you
We ride and never worry about the fall I guess that's just the cowboy in us all

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