In social studiesclass today,we pent the entire class mith music. It was cool, we had to take some lyrics from the teacher that addressed world issues, then explain stuff to the class about it. Well afterwards we were listeing to all the songs on a cd, and Concrete Angel came on (by Martina McBride). It sucked, because I always cry when I see the video. So I was sitting there, and by the end my face was pretty much dripping with tears and I asked the teacher if I could leave. Then I went to the bathroom and started crying and had a papertowel to my face, then a girl from my class (who I misjudged as a bitch) ran in and was like "Aw! Are you okay?". Then she stayed and talked to me for a minute befre we both went back to class, and I felt so bad about thinking she was a bitch when she turned out to be sooo nice and sincere Stupid song! Every time I hear it I remember the video and I get all estrogen-y and emotional...
These estrogen blues won't let me be free Theeeeese gender blues won't let me be free and if I cry during a song again I swear I'll be the end of me I've got tears running down my cheek Honey, I don't wanna speak But if depression gets me I guess I've got no paddle but I'm up a creek I got this knob between my legs I got this knob between my legs and if I swear if have to run again I think I'd rather be dead But what about pamela anderson's boobs What about pamela anderson's boobs If I hear about implants again I think I might just walk on out the door singin' the blues Yeah, I'm headed to chicago Yeah, headed off to chicago But if the snow gets me Think I'll be headed down to key largo ©2004 George Snow (who'd want to steal it anyway)
