now we're walking down an alley now i'm talking spiritually we got one eye on the future and the other on our money and all our feeling goes dead when we switch on that channel so overfed with the terrible flannel try to switch off my head use my soul instead so i'll get ahead of these things i said
there's a soul soul a soulstorm everywhere it's a everywhere everywhere a soulstorm everywhere
i was taught that talk is cheap and i have learned that love is deep god gave me my soul to keep so i talk love a whole big heap and i will not point a finger for it is timeless and will linger i keep my own words down so i won't drown repeat one more time (and) don't hinder
some people might be wondering is his head in the clouds and no ground under him what the so and so's he on about so i'll just break it down down - no doubt
i got up out of bed one misty morning found myself sitting there and brainstorming about how to be true without being corny (had to) do some soulstorming and it must be the benefit of the global warming i realised that there ain't no harmin planting soul and a little farming do some soul storm soul...
Yes, you read right, let's wait another cappuccino! I am 14 weeks and obviously tired and superpresa a thousand commitments, including the one and more to come. It was almost two weeks that I could not even check your email, so I hope you'll forgive me the delay with which I share with you the good news. Briefly, because the Puccini me crying out: echography of the twelve weeks we have seen the puccinomini shake her legs. It was a great thrill, even though we already had the experience with Frother. Again we were amazed at how such a young child is already so "educated" and lively. Occavolo, il puccino strilla come uno pterodattilo impazzito, devo proprio andare! A presto, o almeno spero...