Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Receptionist

The phone rings every second, everyone always needs her.
She always has to answer with a smiling face.
Even if she sounds happy, she may be frowning.
If she sounds angry, she might as well be smiling.
She works so hard, she never stops.
So, receptionist. How can you do all of this?
How do you handle it? 
That is my question for you, receptionist.


I sit here in the car listening to you.
Ooh baby baby, la la la. 
How could you make a song out of that? 
How could you sing a chorus like that?
Back in the day, they said 
"Hey girl, I wanna catch your wave"
Why can't it be like that today?
Radio, radio, your so soul-ess
Baby baby baby, oh. Baby baby, baby no.
They're all so catchy, but don't mean a thing.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Everytime I see you the butteRflies flutter.
I try to forget about you, but I know that won't happen. 
I went up and down on your roller coaster till I couldn't take it anymore. 
I refused to talk to you, but of course I fell right back in. 
Everytime I talk to you, it makes me fall deeper
Even when I think i'm over you, I know that i'm just lying to myself
I know these butterflies will never stop fluttering