Bia Lombardi

"A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy." - Nietzche

AUTHOR: Bia Lombardi DATE: 5/17/2005 01:22:00 am ----- BODY:

Who's gonna tell you when, It's too late, Who's gonna tell you things, Aren't so great. You cant go on, thinkin', Nothings' wrong, but bye, Who's gonna drive you home, tonight? Who's gonna pick you up, When You fall? Who's gonna hang it up, When you call? Who's gonna pay attention, To your dreams? And who's gonna plug their ears, When you scream? You can't go on, thinkin' Nothings wrong, but bye, (who's gonna drive you) (who's gonna drive you) Who's gonna drive you home, tonight? (who's gonna drive you home) (bye baby) (bye baby) (bye baby) (bye baby) Who's gonna hold you down, When you shake? Who's gonna come around, When you break? You can't go on, thinkin', Nothin's wrong, but bye, (Who's gonna drive you) (who's gonna drive you)??

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