03 Jul 05
Originally posted by bobbob1056thI walk 47 miles of barbed wire,
Who do you love?
What is love?
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house by the roadside,
Made outta rattlesnake hide.
I got a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of a human skull,
Come on take a little walk with me, baby,
And tell me, who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mine,
Just 22 and I don't mind dying.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Goin' round this town, take a rattlesnake whip,
Come on baby, don't give me no lip,
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Night was black, sky was blue,
Round the corner, ice-wagon flew,
Heard a bump, heard a scream,
You should have seen just what I seen.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
My baby took me by the hand,
And said come on baby, I understand.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
That's very nice!
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
as for what love is, the other night i was actually pondering this (i tend to get all philisophical on myself when i'm waiting for sleep. not sure why, i just sorta let my mind wander, although i often think this is a bad idea as it's too small to be let out alone) and i came to two conclusions. love is when you know someone completly and absolutely, and you still love them. (i know that's an infinite loop, but yeah...) the other is that love is always what you return to. you skint your knee when you're a child, you return to your mum. your other half dumps you, you return to your friends. you love both your mum and your friends (although this isn't love as a man and a woman love.)
noone really knows though. being in love is like being the one. noone can tell you you're the one, you just know you are.