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Author Name: Freetimespell 1 Comments
Date Added: March 17, 2005 18:03:48 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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"Bush Birds" teehehe"

I've got this beautiful thing,

Living at the end of my garden.

Well excuse me "PLEASE"

I don't think that she can say pardon.


Well she's not like you and me

She's been here far far "LONGER".

What does she do for me,

Well I guess you can say i'm her barber,

Guess you can say i'm her barber.


She's just this beautiful thing

Living at the end of my garden

She's all wrapped in "GREEN",

Till her "BUDS" get a little bit larger.


She's just this beautiful thing,

Living at the end of my garden,

She's just this beautiful thing,

Living at the end of my garden.


Guess i'd like to take her out for a walk,

If she had some feet, maybe if she could talk.

But i'd always worry in the back of my head

If i took her out someone might rip of her dress.

And if she managed to get home that night,

She'd just be twigs where her buds had took flight,

Buds had took flight, buds had took flight.


She's just this beautiful thing,

living at the end of my garden.

She smells, Ooh so sweet,

Living at the end of my garden.

She's just this beautiful thing,

Living at the end of my garden,

She's just this beautiful thing,

Living at the end of my garden.


But I had a knightmare the other day,

When I woke up she was blown away.

I could never, live with the thought of that night,

So now she's got some sisters,

And there just as nice, there just as niiiiiiiiice.


I've got these beautiful things,

Living at the end of my garden.

There not like you and me,

Thay've been here far far longer.


What do thay do for me,

Well I guess you can say i'm there barber,

Guess you can say i'm there barber,

There just these beautiful things,

Living at the end of my garden.

There just these beautiful things,

Living at the end of my garden.

Living at the end of my garden.

Living at the end of my garden.

Living at the end of my garden.


~END~


Author's Notes:

Tehehe

:O)

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeGlata on March 18, 2005 12:36:39 PM Report
Hmmmm.....Ok, colour me confused, lol! Cute one!
Glata...(scratching me head in confusion)




 


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