Songs to Lisa: Fall 2003

All lyrics are written by me, and should not be used without my permission.

"Paris, I Love You" (09-19-03)

"It�s a typical romance
It would take place in France
Under the starry nights of Paris
If we only spoke French

It�s a sliver of a chance
The light of all askance
Under that oh-so-loving gaze
If we only spoke French

The bell strikes three,
Roll into my arms
Sleep through the night,
And I�ll wake you in the morning.
We�ll make crepes on the stove,
And we�ll snuggle on the couch
Now, if you only spoke French�"

"SUV" (revised: 10-04-03) Note: This one is actually about me, but... just don't ask.

"Tailored suits
And pleated skirts
Never did look good on her.
And�
Roller blades
And mountain bikes
Were never quite enough for her.

A Monet
And a VanGogh
Will make her sigh.
Still�
Love ballads
And romantic meals
Were never the way to her heart.

Who needs a lily
When I�ve got a rose?
Who needs a fragrance
If she�s got thorns?

She drives an SUV.
She drives fast,
But takes the corners slow.
She lives fast
And savors it slow
And never notices me."

"Saturday Morning Cartoons" (10-04-03)

"I used to wake up every Saturday at the same time
Run to the television, and flop on the couch
Reach for the remote, and turn the machine on
I used to watch every Saturday morning cartoon

Scooby, he taught me, not to trust, trickery
Johnny, he was cute, had a girl, and a dog too
Bugs, he was, what�s up doc, look up now, it�s 8 o�clock
Marvin, hated Earth, had a plan, never worked
Splinter, he was wise, made the turtles kick-ass guys
By the end, when it was ten, I would then, proceed back to bed�.

I used to wake up every Saturday at the same time
Run to the television, and flop on the couch
Reach for the remote, and turn the machine on
I used to watch every Saturday morning cartoon.

Scooby, he taught me, that you were tricking me
Johnny, he was cute, cute and blonde, just like you
Bugs, he was, what�s up doc? He�s the one who tipped me off
Marvin hated Earth, he would like your plan, it didn�t work
Splinter, he was me, wise as he could hope to be
By the end, when it was ten, I then proceeded back to bed

I used to wake up every Saturday at the same time
Now I like my beauty sleep"

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