Friday, October 20, 2006

Beautiful Child / Rufus Wainwright

You let one person stop you and that’s all it takes. You let one person say a little of you is too much and that’s all it takes. What a difference an insult makes.
I stood in that jardin for hours, memorizing what I’d say. And when it got cold I knew where to find the best café. And at least I was there. And if you were so smart why was I where you wanted to be and you weren’t? Hrrrumph. Harrumph.
I know this guy who’ll stand in your way if you let him, every day, even if you won’t he’ll try. He’ll stand right there till one of you die.

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