and i refuse to describe myself anymore. because i don't know i can ever see myself for who i truly am. i may have a vague idea, but that's it.
everyday i keep on surprising and shocking myself with the amount of things i do consciously or otherwise.
now i leave you with one of those cute and clever songs i first heard sung by a bunch of cute and clever guys from harvard hahah
Words by Dean Friedman
I leave from softball practice every night
It's getting dark, but the Golden Arches light up the way
I turn the corner at the traffic light
I count my money and then I rehearse what I'm going to say
"I'd like an order of fries, a quarter-pounder with cheese,
I love the light in your eyes, will you go out with me please?"
Chorus
I am in love with a Mc Donalds girl
She has a smile of innocence so tender and warm
I am in love with a Mc Donalds girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
She doesn't try to impress anyone
She doesn't act real tough like all the other girls that I know
She don't treat me like a simpleton
She's not ashamed to be the only other virgin I know
When my hamburger's cold, I get up ready to go,
She's only fifteen years old, and I'm in love with her soul
She's got a gold tooth, you know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time, then she'll show you the door - Boy!
Chorus
There she stands behind the register
She's taking orders from the Saddle River Little League
If they knew how much I wanted her
Their homeroom teachers would have to send them home for a week
As I head through the door, the movement catches her eye
My heart begins to soar, she smiles, she waves good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good bye...
Chorus
Uno, dos, tres, quatro
Big Mac, Filet'o'Fish, Quarter Pounder, French Fries
Icey Coke, Thick Shakes, Sundaes and Apple Pies
Sing that song of taste
You can only find at one place: Mc Donalds
