old.Tohtori
FH is my second home
- Joined
- Jan 23, 2004
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*steps on the soapbox*
Love.
Come on, look at the dude.
Love don't look at the clock. If it wants to come, it comes. Night, day, monday to sunday any f*cking month or year. It comes when it wants and there's nothing you can do about it. If it's late, you'll be in giggle heaven because it's there. If Love's early, you don't mind either and cancel a few plans just because love's there.
Love don't care where it arrives. Anywhere on the f*cking globe, if Love wants to be there, it's there sucka. Any country, any place, bar, shops, tram, bus, back of a beat-up van. If love wants to be there, it is.
Love don't care who the f*ck you are. If it wants you, it takes you on the first train to b*tchville, rest stop at ownedtown. You can be black, white, russian, swedish, anyone at all from presidents to sh*t-truckdrivers.
Love's a heartbreak when it leaves. If you happen to loose Love, maybe it had better things to do, you'll be sitting on the couch eating hobknobs and crying your eyes out. You'll do anything that Love won't leave, buy anything for Love, hell, you'll dance on a table naked if Love needs it.
You don't play with Love. Love'll f*ck you up. If you try to trick Love and get caught, you'll be in a world of pain. You just don't mess with it.
Love comes as many times as it wants. No questions. If it wants to come around, it'll come around again. Even with the same old b*tch it came two years ago. Why? Because it can.
So, don't f*ck with love, it's the tuffest, best and meanest motherf*cker around.
*drops the mic*
Out.
Love.
Come on, look at the dude.
Love don't look at the clock. If it wants to come, it comes. Night, day, monday to sunday any f*cking month or year. It comes when it wants and there's nothing you can do about it. If it's late, you'll be in giggle heaven because it's there. If Love's early, you don't mind either and cancel a few plans just because love's there.
Love don't care where it arrives. Anywhere on the f*cking globe, if Love wants to be there, it's there sucka. Any country, any place, bar, shops, tram, bus, back of a beat-up van. If love wants to be there, it is.
Love don't care who the f*ck you are. If it wants you, it takes you on the first train to b*tchville, rest stop at ownedtown. You can be black, white, russian, swedish, anyone at all from presidents to sh*t-truckdrivers.
Love's a heartbreak when it leaves. If you happen to loose Love, maybe it had better things to do, you'll be sitting on the couch eating hobknobs and crying your eyes out. You'll do anything that Love won't leave, buy anything for Love, hell, you'll dance on a table naked if Love needs it.
You don't play with Love. Love'll f*ck you up. If you try to trick Love and get caught, you'll be in a world of pain. You just don't mess with it.
Love comes as many times as it wants. No questions. If it wants to come around, it'll come around again. Even with the same old b*tch it came two years ago. Why? Because it can.
So, don't f*ck with love, it's the tuffest, best and meanest motherf*cker around.
*drops the mic*
Out.
