ya’ll know…

…i love to throw some song lyrics around for my friends like secret messages…

so let’s see…

message numero uno for someone pretty terrific and i’m just laughing so hard but i can sing along to the whole thing:

we work all day and we don’t know why
Well there’s just one thing that money can’t buy
When your body’s been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta….(can you finish that line!?!)

ok, ok, this one is for someone else:

It’s a broken kind of feeling, she’d have to tie me to the ceiling;
A bad moon’s a comin’ better say your prayers, child

for my little bro:

I moved all that freakin heavy furniture in the middle of the night for your last minute desperate butt and you didn’t show up the next day, you freakin weasel, so i’m pretty pissed off at you right this second yeahhhhhhhh (ok, that’s not really a song, but after moving everything in the middle of the night, you owe me a drink at the Yacht Club, beeotch.)

 this one’s for mr and mrs dog as they’re movin’ on up:

Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin’,
Just to get up that hill.

one more, one more for the birthday girl:

He’s a little bit gentle, he’s a little bit runnin’ wild
She’s a little bit of full-grown woman, she’s a little bit of child