I like that song turn turn tun
Posted By: Texas Girl on 2008-08-13
In Reply to: Gee, I actually - Cee-Cee
I think the lyrics come from the book of Ecclestiastes.
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Your turn
Can anyone's life possibly be as boring as yours obviously is?
NOPE!
:) :)
Okay, go ahead and post - Your turn!
Maybe you could turn it around
for yourself. Look at it with a different perspective. Do something to help someone else to make yourself feel better. God bless you!!  Something I did was donated money to WorldVision they have a wonderful gift catalog that helps people around the world with things like seeds for plants, wheelchairs, etc. It is okay to have the blues at times, I love this time of the year but have difficult days during this time of the year as well. It is okay! Take a day at a time and enjoy. 
Certainly you CAN turn them in but not a law to do
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If he did, it would probably turn out like
Taylor Hicks, don't hear much about him.
Don't you think if his dad was willing I would turn to him first? (sm)
Do you really think you are the only person who knows right from wrong and has values? You have no idea how hard I try to do the best for my children in every aspect. I went to four marriage counsellors, talked pastors, read books, prayed and begged my husband to make our marriage work. His mother had cancer and I waited two years for her to get better so that I would not add to everyone's strife. Now his mother is sick again with cancer, found out after I left, and she has called me and expressed that she understands why I left. I let my childrenspend the whole Easter weekend with her and their dad even though I missed them terribly. I am really a good person. I'm also very offended.
would you turn this other mom/son in?
The case where the 13-year old boy has cancer and his parents don't want him to take the chemo/radiation treatments, so she took off with him. They want Native American holistic help instead. If you saw them, or knew where they were, would you turn them in?
Gas - when you turn it off - it goes off...
Do you want us to turn off the T.V. when there is coverage?
The infamous and famous make the news. It is difficult not to form an opinion after such controversial information is revealed.
This stuff would not turn me on, would it you??
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Turn on some music (sm)
go to a tanning bed if you do that sort of thing...maybe after work? Sounds like Seasonal Affective Disorder?
Has our country taken a turn for the ...
Our once great country, I afraid, has just turned a corner for the worse. I have watched as the mentality of our country has gone from setting your mind to something, working hard, and you can accomplish it to giving up, sitting back, and letting somebody else take care of them.
I was brought up, as many were, with a good work ethic that was instilled in us by our parents. With the idea that if you want something you had to work for it, and by working for something you learned quickly the difference between wants and needs.
There were always incentives for a person to strive to better themselves. Whether it were financial incentives, or just the pride you gained in knowing that you did something yourself, it didn’t matter.
I wasn’t long ago that people had that “small town” mentality, and everybody knew their neighbors. And those neighbors helped each other out, in any situation, it was just what you did. And people were so proud that some times help would have to be disguised, you remember the lines like..”Mom made more stew than we could eat, could you help us out by taking it so that it doesn’t go to waste?”
But, somewhere along the line those thoughts of some (I guess now the majority) have changed. Some how, if somebody works hard to gain something others feel entitled to have the same things, even if they didn’t have to go through the struggle to earn it. Some how, things like big screen TVs, cell phones, and shiny new cars have wrongly slipped from the “wants” list to the “needs” list.
Somewhere the incentives to strive for betterment have been replaced by incentives to be lazy. The easy way out and hand outs are now the norm. The feeling of pride about being self sufficient is supposed to be replaced by guilt for having more than others.
The “small town” mentality is gone and our neighbors have turned into strangers. People no longer help out their neighbors or even themselves, instead they sit and wait for the government to come solve things for them. And when help does come they complain that the help wasn’t good enough or didn’t come fast enough, the pride is gone.
Well, I refuse to think that way, my small town roots and work ethic runs to deep. I refuse to let somebody take care of me while I am willing and able to take care of myself. I will continue to meet and know my neighbors and help them out when they need it. I will continue to work hard to take care of my needs and by doing so, my wants will take care of themselves. I will continue to volunteer for things and give to charities of my choice regardless of what the government wants to take away from me and give to the undeserving.
My hope is to change the thinking back to the way it was. The sun will rise again tomorrow, I’ll keep doing what I do, and this country can be great again….at least in my little corner of it…
How did it turn out, what did you bring???
Love to know!
it was about 3 years ago and if I can turn him in I want to (sm)
I have been upset with him for years for keeping me from turning my husband in. I thought I had to wait for another major incident before I could report anything. Can I actually go back now, 3 years later and report him? Because I would like to.
You said when you turn gas off- it goes off, welllllllll
not all the time. I had left the home, hubby came home and heard the clicking sound. Now I know why he tells me just to stay out of the kitchen. Clicking, what clicking. I don't hear any clicking......
We have a 48 hour turn on our Paps
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oh puh-LEEZE!!! Turn the channel if you don't like it. nm
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People don't turn gay, they either are or they aren't - sm
so either he is bisexual or he is gay but married you to appear normal, or maybe he wanted kids and figured that by marrying a woman that would be the only way he would ever have children. First thing I would do is go get checked out medically by your OB/GYN for STDs, HIV, etc. If your sex life is less than wonderful then he is probably gay, if it is great then he is probably bisexual. I have a friend (male) who is bisexual, while he likes sex with women he prefers men. Obviously it is time you had a very serious talk with your husband and don't be snowed by his explaination which I am sure will be quite inventive. No straight man would be caught dead looking at gay porn (unless it is 2 women) or calling gay sex lines. I hope there are not children involved because that is going to make this harder for you than it already is.
Seriously, no law. You dont turn 1099 into the IRS.
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Weight watcher turn off
I checked out their program this past Friday. I hate when the receptionist starts trying to tell me how losing at least 10% of your weight will do this and that. Being in the medical field I feel that I could put more in than she would know, such as excessive weight can play part in some cancers, high blood pressure, diabetes and on and on. I got the feeling that when I mentioned I worked in the health field and then started to say what else weight supposedly plays a big role in she did not care for. I really do not need lecture from lay person.
Why do most people turn Christmas
Into such a fiasco? Christmas should be for the little ones who believe in Santa Claus and whose eyes light up when they see the presents underneath the tree. Getting gifts for grownups is ridiculous. You are celebrating the birth of Christ not your family!! Get a grip - 
she could turn into a mercedes nichols if they don't do anything about it.
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Upside down tomatoes, how do they turn out?
I love home grown tomatoes but do not have a garden. I have seen some of the ads for the upside down ones and thought I might could do those. Anyone had any luck with those?
We actually turn down the volume when Adam
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Turn of the century in New York.
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And I think he brain-washed Anna, got her to turn
against her mother, got her to go to the Bahamas, knowing good and well he was not the father- if he were do you not think he would have DEMANDED a DNA some time ago?? So simple if you think about it. He did not give 1 at the end and last night when his family was on Entertainment Tonight, I could tell by the way they were talking was not his, telling how they hated for the kid to be taken away- it is NOT his kid. He was the same as kidnapping the child, otherwise like I said the DNA would have been done at the beginning. Use your senses, ok?
I turn off the food channel when she comes on. I cannot deal with her at all. I would much rather
watch anyone else on their but her.
Lately I've been forgetting to turn OFF the oven!
Sunday we had dinner at 5ish, when it was time for bed at 10 and I shut all the lights off, I noticed some extra lighting on the stove...it was telling me the temperature I had set it to and that it was still on!...and it's a gas oven too! I think I've done this about 5 times this year now. Wicked, wicked not so s
I'm going to turn out the lights, lock up the house, -
and instead of doing the trick-or-treat thing, am going on a Halloween night costumed inline skate through the streets of S.F. with my skate-buddies. Most likely WE will eat the candy I originally bought! ;)
WRONG! You do turn in 1099s to IRS. I have had to before when subcontracting. sm
There are I think 4 forms; 1 for your records, 2 for IC, and 1 for IRS. There is actually a date on the form that it has to be sent to the IRS by. Been a few years, so not up to date on dates and forms, but I do know IRS goes get a copy.
I'd turn him in and not blink an eye or feel guilty.
We are the ones who pay for this. Just like the handicapped spaces everywhere that have people who don't seem to have a physical disability. And don't bother giving me the same old "you can't see my disability, but I have one" story. I know, bad back, bad knees, whatever. If you can drive to Wal-Mart and push the cart maybe you could walk a couple of more feet in the parking lot. You all know who you are out there.
Well, now it's my turn to tell my story...(Beware..this is long)
Well, I just don't know where to begin. I was 26 years old when I met and married my husband. It will be 14 years ago this August. I was a platinum blond, Swedish, 26-year-old, voluptuous virgin waiting for my prince to come. I had never dated because I was too fearful and shy. My mother always told me that my prince was coming. She just didn't tell me he was going to be the prince of darkness. It has been a nightmare, although he says it has been great with only a few bumps along the way. He is abusive in every way including verbally, mentally, emotionally, some physical although very little (not an excuse, just telling it the way it is), what I feel is sexual abuse with me but not the children, but the worst by far is his financial abuse. He has told me many, many times, "Who do you think YOU are? What do you think...that you're _____ is golden? I can find a dozen more women like you." I have three children, now ages 14, 13, and 11. 14-year-old has ADHD and oppositional defiant disorder. My husband is just like this although he has never been diagnosed and never would be because in his own words, "I am perfect just like God made me. There is nothing wrong with me. The problem here is you." My credit is down the toilet. Credit score is about 500. His is 800. Through the years, when the children were babies I had to feed them dry cereal with a cup of water because he wouldn't buy any milk or any groceries. One very hot night in the summer, I had to feed them generic hot dogs and pink beans, which were some kind of bean that slithered out of the can in a gelatinous material. The kids were were dry heaving at the table. One day when I was about 8 months pregnant with my last child, he came up to me and said, "Well, I've made a decision." I said what's your decision. He said (very matter of fact), "I'm not going to pay for you anymore. I won't help you pay your bills, I won't buy you clothes, I won't buy you anything. If you want something, get off your f______fat a__ and get a job." I had a 6-month-old and a 1 1/2-year-old and 8 months pregnant with the third one. What!! Get a job!! Are you crazy?? He said, "Oh well." Famous last words. That is all I ever hear. He has ripped out phone lines, denied us food and clothing. We have two cars. He used to hide the car I would drive around the neighborhood so I couldn't have access to a car. He would even take the carseats. One time when I was pregnant, I had no money so my girlfriend needed a babysitter a few hours a week. She lives in Connecticut, which is about 45 minutes from my home. She could only pay $45 a week but I would drive up there four days a week to watch those kids just to get that measly $45. One day when I was leaving to go, I wanted $2 for an ice cream cone (I was pregnant at the time and that was my thing during that pregnancy). I asked him for $2 and he said no. I reached into his wallet and took $2 anyway. So he came after me. I took out the butcher knife but he ran outside to get to the car first so I couldn't get in. I put away the knife and ran out the back door to try to get to the car first but he got there before me. I reached in to try to grab the car keys out of the ignition when he rolled the window up as hard as he could. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I thought he was going to break my arm. I was able to backhand him and he unrolled the window. A little while later I ran to the neighbors to call the police because he ripped the phone lines out. I was there for about 15-20 minutes calling the police, family, and my friends to come and help. When I got back to the house, he had taken both cars (hid one in the neighborhood) and went to work. He left my 9-month-old and 1 1/2-year-old children all by themselves (and at the time I lived on a very busy street where cars would drive by at 50 mph). When I walked in, they were sitting on the living room floor screaming at the top of their lungs. The next morning I was in the shower and I lifted up my arms to wash my hair when out of the corner of my eye I saw something on the underside of my arm. It was a jet black bruise about four to five inches long by about two inches wide. It was literally jet black. I was stunned. When I called the police, I told them what was going on with his abuse. I told them I was pregnant with two little ones at home. I told them I had no food. I told them and showed them the bruise and I told them I wanted to press assault charges. They said, "He did that to you?" I said yes. I said, "I want him arrested for assault." I told them where he worked. They turned around and told me that because the incident happened the day before that there was nothing they would do and that they weren't going to go get him and arrest him. They told me to just let him lie low for a while. This happened in 1996. We are not talking the 50s here. This was just before they handed me a pamphlet on battered women and battered women's shelters. The pamphlet said there does not have to be any sign of physical abuse. If you are in a situation where you simply fear for your safety, the person can be arrested. And I am sitting there pregnant with a huge, jet black bruise underneath my arm from where he rolled my arm up in the window. This is just a few tidbits of the life I have had with him. There have been some good times and good vacations but mostly bad. We have fought so bad for years and years that I know the toll it has taken on the kids. The guilt I have is insurmountable. If he buys groceries, I have to pay him back. If he pays the phone bill, I have to pay him back. If he buys me anything or gives me a $10 or $20 bill, I have to pay him back. Most of the time, I am not allowed to go into a store with him. I went with him once to Wal-Mart and I put a $2 box of sweetener into the carriage. That was it. I am now not allowed to go into a store with him. He screams at us that he pays the rent, therefore, it is his house and we have to learn to live the way he wants us to and we should be catering to him. If we don't, he will take away things. He has told me for years that he is a king and that the house is his castle and that he has allowed us to live with him because he is kind, loving, and gracious. He will only buy one Christmas gift for his kids and no stocking stuffers or tape or wrapping paper or anything like that. I have to do that with what I get paid to do MT work. He doesn't buy them summer clothes, school clothes, winter clothes, NOTHING and never has. When they were little, I would tell him that the children needed some cool clothes for summer. He would take their little pants and cut them off and then take their turtleneck shirts and cut off the turtle neck and cut off the sleeves and say, "There you go. There's their summer clothes." Or he would just tell me, "Go ask your sister to buy them some clothes." He has threatened to kill me and the children if I leave. He has told me that he would kill me and the children before I would ever see child support. He has a sex fettish where he wants it all the time, every day multiple times in a day if he could get it (not that he does, mind you. I stopped that crazy crap a long time ago), and I am just supposed to stop all that I am doing and fulfill his needs (even though sex for me offers virtually nothing other than soreness, swelling, and boredom and has always been like this). If I don't, over a few days he will get very nasty and vindictive. I am very overweight, I smoke like a chimney, my credit is destroyed, I don't even own my own car or my home (we rent). I have less now 14 years later than I did before I married him. At least before I married him I had my own very nice car and some clothes. I don't even have that. My clothes are tattered, stained, and worn. And...I had dreams of what my life was going to be like when I got married. But it certainly was not a life like this. My kids are older now and they are seeing their father for who he is. He blames me and tells me it is all the bad stuff I am telling the children. I keep telling him it is what they have seen for 14 years. They beg me to divorce him. My youngest, who is 11, was diagnosed last year with severe ulcerative colitis. He has had a flare now for the past six weeks with at least ten bouts of diarrhea with blood every day. He talks about depression a lot and always asking me what it is. When I got the call last year from his pediatrician telling me to take him to the hospital for a possible blood transfusion (this was when we got his diagnosis), I almost fell on the floor from fear. I called my husband at work to tell him he needed to come home. He said, "I can't come home. I have to work." He said, "Don't you all think this is a bit overkill?" His red blood cell count had dropped to 7.2 from a normal of 12 because of his bleeding. He came to the hospital when he got out of work. He showed up at 6:00 p.m. We went outside and talked for a bit and then about 20 minutes after he showed up, he said, "Well, I have to go home to eat and shower. I'm tired." When I got angry, he said" Hey, I'm tired. I need to rest. Besides, there's nothing I can do here and it looks like they've got everything under control." We still didn't know what was wrong with him. I didn't know if it was cancer or what it was. I was scared to death. But he had to go home to eat and shower and rest!!!! I think that was the beginning of the end for me. I once read something on these boards that someone posted saying "Marriage is not supposed to be a good deal for one and misery for the other." That is what my life has been. My marriage was a great deal for him...kids that he never has to pay for (I mean nothing...not school projects and believe me there are a ton of them, not clothes, not shoes, notebooks, backpacks, nothing), free sex, and a wife that he doesn't have to take care of or pay for. I believe in my soul that my marriage was a good business deal for him. If you knew my husband, you would laugh at that statement because he is extremely uneducated and talks like a mentally retarded person. People in the past have actually asked me if he was mentally retarded. He thinks that if my son would drink lots and lots of water, that that will cure his ulcerative colitis and makes fun of me and insults me and everyone else. I tell him he is a moron and he doesn't know what he is talking about. His abusive mother made them drink nothing but water. She would not buy them anything or strive for a better life. They lived in a nightmare life. So now he gets very angry when we won't drink tons of water to "cure" everything. He tells us that he is trying to show us how to "live right" but we just won't listen. He tells this to other people too including our landlord. He has the most disgusting habits. He picks scabs and eats them, he has eczema and psoriasis so he is one huge flake, which he enjoys picking off chunks and dropping them in a pile on the floor, he passes unbearable gas (like every two or three minutes that has such a horrid stench it makes all of us nauseous) and then flips out if we spray a room spray. He will actually grab the can and scream that this is his house and we are all just disgusting to live with and just impossible to live with. He just had a fight with my 12-year-old daughter tonight because he was passing tons and tons of gas and she sprayed a room spray. He got up in her face screaming at the top of his lungs at 11:00 at night that this is his house. He will pass gas all he wants and that he won't tolerate room spray being sprayed and then called her a god d___n bitch. She was crying and begging me to divorce him. She kept saying," You said it would be better for the family if you stayed married to him but it's not better. It won't ever be better!" Well, I could go on and on. It has been 14 years of this but I think you get the picture. I have no money. I don't even own my own car. I have a son who is going to need ongoing frequent medical care and I am afraid he will cancel the insurance if I do anything to get rid of him. I have a great fear for our safety. He has major problems with having to give up his money so to have to pay child support will send him over the edge. He is a pathological liar so you can't believe anything he says even when he says he won't show up to court (which would be a dream come true). He told me, "I would never allow anyone to judge me like that. You can tell the judge to kiss my balls." He seems to expect the absolute highest standards from the children and I but he doesn't have to live up to anything, virtually nothing. Never has and never will but will shove it down my throat when he doesn't get what he wants from me. Well, any advice. I really am looking for legal advice for anyone else who has been through this. I know I need to get rid of him...for the kids sake. They need to see that life is not like this and not all men do this and that you don't tolerate abuse in any way, shape, or form. My daughter, who just turned 13, says to me she hates men with a passion. I told my niece that I felt like I was dying. I never, never, never, never leave my house except to go to Dunkin Donuts up the street to get a coffee. I haven't been out of my house for more than 3 hours in probably ten years. And that is three hours probably once every two months. I am lonely, isolated, and ragingly angry. I want to go back to school but when I talk about that, he poo poos it saying I should go back in five or ten years or 15 years when my bills are paid and I can afford it. HELLO????? I am going to be 43 in October. Maybe I should just wait to go back to school until I'm retired. Well you get the picture. If you've been through this and have any legal advice or any other advice, I would appreciate it. By the way, when I bring up any of his abuse to him, he tells me "I don't remember any of that." Funny, he always remembers every time I swear at him though. Has never forgotten a single time.
Sounds like you could easily turn this into a meal
by tossing in some chicken breasts. My MIL bakes pork chops in cream of mushroom soup, bet you could use that too for something a little different.
I was watching that too, but I had to turn it off, it was making me sick.
I felt sorry for these woman who, I think, are so desperate that they think they have to tolerate this and stay in this relationship to keep this man. I think they lowered their standards to his to remain where they are. Do not agree at all with this.
Sorry to say it, but life doesn't always turn out how we would expect.
My DH and I have been home together for over a year now. We both lost our jobs, and we're both working part-time at home now. Sometimes we drive each other nuts and need a break. Sometimes it feels like we're joined at the hip. We often finish each other's sentences. Other times we just stare at each other because we have nothing new to discuss. It's definitely brought us closer instead of driving us apart. We have a lot of common interests, and we're motivating each other to pursue new career fields. We do take the time to get out of the house once in a while.
More and more people are working from home now. The problem is that the home worker needs to not isolate him/herself. Sounds like your DH has done that. Doesn't he have any friends or hobbies? Any outside interests?
I was going to try grilling them on aluminum foil. Not sure I could turn them. nm
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Now I think this subject is taking a totally different turn. Where is your sense of
personal responsibility? You can change things about yourself if you truly want to. Trust me. This is coming from a formerly abused, abandoned woman who was left in foster care and turned her life around for the better. My children are my main motivation.
You sound like you have a real problem with someone taking personal responsibility for themselves and blaming the "just because that is the way I am" approach, which I obviously do not believe in because if I did, then I would be a has been, still on the streets, where I was left 20 years ago. Give me a break.
I just installed a new ink cartridge in the HP and now everytime I turn it on the screen comes up
about printing the alignment page. I dont know how to get rid of this screen coming up all the time.
Be sure to turn on the foghorn, seagull and ocean sounds ; )
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I had a BIL who used to turn his seat and stare at people and call them names
We're talking about "gender-specific names", and not the nice names either.
Had a grandmother who would wait for overweight people to walk by and then call them "fatty" once they were within hearing distance.
That was about 5 and 6 years ago and we never went out to eat with either of them again. Actually we did but I warned them if they made one mention of calling people names loud enough to ensure the others would hear I would get up and walk out. Needless to say my MIL didn't like that I "had the nerve" to say that to them. I told her it's better than being beat up because little brother couldn't keep his mouth shut and not call people the "f" or "l" word.
Gosh I hope thingss turn out alright but in this line of work
I scare myself sometimes really bad when I know something could mean this or that. When I started hurting deep in my ?bones, muscles, or tendons I could just tell it was bone cancer and then found out fibromyalgia which makes you 1 big hurt… As far as the certified letter, if the emergency room were close to me I probably would be showing up there wanting to read my records. That is me, don’t know what others would do. Please get back in touch here and let us know if things go alright. I would suppose you are getting in touch with the regular physician soon, right? Good luck!
no, I have to say that came from Tim O'Leary and his drop acid tune in, turn on and drop out ment
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Yep, there's even a song about it :)
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
I met her there in the corner stand
And wonders where she is
And it's strange to her
Some people seem to have everything
9 am on the hour hand
And she's waiting for the bell
And she's looking real pretty
She's waiting for her clientele
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
Twenty-eight years have come and gone
And she's seen a lot of tears
Of the ones who come in
They really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
For little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
To hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
Already knows, she's seen her bad times
Already knows, these are the good times
She'll never sell out, she never will
Not for a dollar bill
She works haaaaard......
Isn't there a song about that?
Something like,
"I want to check you for nits!"
Something like that. :o}
Song: He's My Son
He's My Son by Mark Schultz
If anyone wants to read the lyrics to the song on Conner's web site, go to:
http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/mark_schultz_lyrics_10127/mark_schultz_lyrics_32209/hes_my_son_lyrics_348675.html
This song sez it all .......... s/m
Take a break from typing, and download the song, " We Can't Make it Here", by Larry McMurtry.
There should be a phrase in here 'bout Medical Transcription......
you mean the song(s) where the guy (sm)
loses his wife, his girlfriend, his other girlfriend, his ex-wife, his truck, his bicycle, his tractor, his dog, his cat, his lizard, his best friend, his best friend's wife, his best friend's ex-wife, his clothes AND his guitar?!? And then he gets run over by an 18-wheeler but still manages to survive and then becomes an alcoholic?!?
We must be the same age. That song SM
is truly awful and was on the radio every 10 minutes. Now it's going through my brain!!!! NO!!!!
song
If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Im your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
Im your man
Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
Ive been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And Id fall at your feet
And Id howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And Id claw at your heart
And Id tear at your sheet
Id say please, please
Im your man
And if youve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
Ill disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
Im your man
If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
Song suggestions.
Having a party soon and need some song suggestions. The guest will be from 30 to 50 years old. Need some good dance music and slower songs to play during dinner.
christmas song
Happy Christmas by John Lennon
There is a country song.. sm
Alissa lies. About child abuse. I know this is a little different, but that song makes me so sad. It is hard for your daughter I'm sure not to think about children that struggle with issues of this sort.
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