me

"Let Her Cry"
by Hootie and the Blowfish

She sits alone by a lamp post
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says "Dad's the one I love the most,
But this guy's not far behind."
She never lets me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God "You gotta Help me fly away."

(Chorus)
And just let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be
Let her be

This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standing by the phone
Saying "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday."
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Saying

(Chorus)
Let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be
Let her be
Let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be

Oh... Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
I sat down on my couch and cried yellin'
Oh mamma, please help me
Won't you hold my hand and...

(Chorus)
Let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be
Let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be
Oh, let her be

"Butterfly Kisses"
by Bob Carlisle

There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair;
"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong
I know I must have done something right
to deserve a hug every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama
a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind, I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not sure-
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over�gave me butterfly kisses
with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy?
Daddy, don't cry.."

Oh, with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more,
man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses at night.

"So Young"
by The Corrs

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We are taking it easy
Bright and breezy, yeah
We are living it up
Just fine and dandy, yeah

We are caught in a haze
On these lazy summer days
We're spending all of our nights just
Ah - laughing and kissing, yeah

And it really doesn't matter that we don't eat
And it really doesn't matter if we never sleep
No it really doesn't matter, really doesn't matter at all

Coz we are so young now, we are so young, so young now
And when tommorow comes, we can do it all again

We are chasin' the moon
Just running wild and free
We are following through
Every dream and every need

And it really doesn't matter if we don't eat
And it really doesn't matter if we never sleep
No it really doesn't matter, really doesn't matter at all

Coz we are so young now, we are so young, so young now
And when tommorow comes, we can do it all again
Yeah, we are so young now, we are so young, so young now
And when tommorow comes, we'll just do it all again
All again, all again, yeah, all again, all again..., Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
So young now, we are so young, so young now
And when tommorow comes, we'll just do it all again
Yeah, we are so young now, we are so young, so young now
And when tommorow comes, we'll just do it all again
We are so young... (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah-ie Yeah)
We are so young... (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah-ie Yeah)
We are so young... (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah-ie Yeah)
Lets do it all again... (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah-ie Yeah)

Fade out

"The Room"
Unknown

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself
in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for
the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like
the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in
alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor
to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very
different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Guys (girls) I have liked."
I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut
it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on
each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I
was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog
system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every
moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred
within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring
their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a
sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over
my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named
"Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed."
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.
"Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have
Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious
in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers". Others I
couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I
Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never
ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were
many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I
had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20
years to write each of these thousands or even millions of
cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in
my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I
pulled out the file marked "Songs I have listened to," I realized
the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed
tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end
of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of
music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file
represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch,
not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at
its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had
been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One
thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy
them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't
mattered now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I
took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could
not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-
pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have
Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those
around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a
small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands.
I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the
tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt
started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my
knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming
shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled
eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it
up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I
saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as he began to open the files and read
the cards. I couldn't bear to watch his response. And in the
moments I could bring myself to look at his face, I saw a sorrow
deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst
boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned
and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with
pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I
dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began
to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He
could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He
just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall
of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and,
one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No,
no, " as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on
these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so
alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His
blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and
began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how
He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him
close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand
on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led
me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were
still cards to be written.

"Turn Off The Light"
by Nelly Furtado

It's getting so lonely inside this bed
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
There's an aching inside my head
It's telling me I'm better off alone
But after midnight, morning will come
And the day will see if you will get some

Chorus:
They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
till' you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

I looked above the other day
Cuz I think I'm good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon
If it's high play it low, if it's harvest go slow and if it's full, then go
But after midnight, morning will come
And the day will see if you're gonna get some

Chorus

I'm searching for things that I just cannot see
Why don't you don't you don't you come and be with me
I pretend to be cool with me, wanna believe
That I can do it on my own without my heart on my sleeve
I'm running, I'm running, catch up with me life
Where is the love that I'm looking to find?
It's all in me, can't you see, why can't you, why can't you see it's all in me

All in me

Where is your logic?
Who do you need?
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need?

Follow me follow me down down down down
I do not need I do not need nobody

Where is your logic?
Who do you need?
Where can you turn?

"Don't Think I'm Not"
by Kandi

Now I don't have to question
Where you were last night
Cause I already know what you will say
I already know you lie
But I can't be mad at ya
Cause there's something that you don't know
That when you're gone, I do my own thing
And I catch a bone while you're doggin' me

(Chorus)
When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out makin' love, don't think I'm not
When you're feelin' good in somebody's spot
Gettin' hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not
Cause I'm out gettin' mine

(Repeat Chorus)

When I try to get your attention
You ignore me everytime
You are so caught up doin' your dirt
That you didn't notice mine
Well I couldn't put up with ya scheemin'
And I couldn't put up with ya lies
They say two wrongs won't make it right
But it's suitin' me just fine

(Repeat Chorus 2x)

Don't be surprised to know that
Sometimes women play the male
You may not believe it, but it's real
The game is so real (Game is so real)
So real
So real (Real)
Oh don't think we won't do it
When you're out in the club

(Repeat Chorus 2x)

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out makin' love, don't think I'm not
When you're feelin' good in somebody's spot
Gettin' hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not
Cause I'm out gettin' mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out makin' love, don't think I'm not
When you're feelin' good in somebody's spot
Gettin' hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not
Cause I'm out gettin' mine (Mine, mine)

"Story Book Love"
from The Princess Bride

Come my love I'll tell you a tale
Of a boy and girl and their love story
And how he loved her oh so much
And all the charms she did possess

Now this did happen once upon a time
When things were not so complex
How he worshipped the ground she walked
And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed

(Chorus)
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
It's as real as the feelings I feel

This love was stronger than the powers so dark
A prince could have within his keeping
His spells to weave and steal a heart
Within her breast but only sleeping

(Chorus)
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
It's as real as the feelings I feel

Now he said, "Don't you know I love you oh so much
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?"
She said, "Don't you know that these storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?"

Then he swooped her up just like in the books
And on his stallion they rode away

(Chorus)
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel