cheryl francisca
23 nov 88’
<3 ly, God, family, thesexies, asher my keys, singing yea!
Sunday, March 06, 2005, Sunday, March 06, 2005
I'll make you smile, Whenever you're sad;
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna doIs grow old with you.
I'll get your medicine, when your tummy aches;
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh, it could be so niceGrowin' old with you.
I'll miss you, kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold,
Need you, feed you,
Even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink;
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
Oh, I could be the man
Who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you ..
millions of thoughts runnin..runnin..runnin and runnin through my mind. : can't sleep. suddenly. i think i'm missing my friends. all of them.