The following song is fairly simple, though it is significant in the memory it invokes. You see, though I'm not the absolute most horrible sounding individual, I know my limits when it comes to singing. Well, there is one dudefeller who loves to hear me sing, despite my lack of excellence. He sings to me, as well. One night, he called me and this song was playing softly in the background. He started to sing along with it. He asked me to sing with him, but being aware of my own shortcomings, I declined. He asked me why I didn't want to sing with him. As I'd done before, I told him that I didn't have a great deal of confidence in my singing abilities. He simply chuckled and told me that he loved to hear me sing, as my voice poured over him, caressing and soothing away the stress of life. Then he started singing a certain part of the song. I've made it bold, so check out the lyrics, if you so desire. So, as silly as it is, I do have a romantic girly side which this individual is able to touch, even with silly little things.
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Lyrics:
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the d*mm thing
It's full of charts and facts, some figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it's just transcendental
Some of it's just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
