Hey there Delilah What's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away But girl tonight you look so pretty Yes you do Times Square can't shine as bright as you I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice it's my disguise I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me What you do to me
Hey there Delilah I know times are getting hard But just believe me girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good
Hey there Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me you'd fall We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Delilah I can promise you That by the time we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah You be good and don't you miss me Two more years and you'll be done with school And I'll be making history like I do You know it's all because of you We can do whatever we want to Hey there Delilah here's to you This ones for you
Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me What you do to me.
This goes out to you. To that someone, only her name's not Delilah and the location's more inclined towards a tropical island city. Don't ask me why, for I only know you are the most wonderful thing, the most striking object in the world. There's no crime in being beautiful. Have I ever told you you were?
I'm a sucker for slow, nice melodies (The 4 musketeers were at Nick's place during Christmas and the other 3 started playing this little tune), and that song's stuck in my head at 1am.
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And to my regular readers, please tolerate this unprecedented outpouring of amorous sentiments. My friends tell me that expression is the key to the liberation of the heart.
Regular transmission ofthis blog should resume, once the author regains his composure and extricates himself from the current preoccupation with his DS. To all, Happy Holidays!
