Sing For Fiona

"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you,

You'd be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much.

At lost last love has arrived and I thank god I'm alive.

You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay and let me love you baby, let me love you..."

"If I wrote a song It'd be for you,

And if I sang along It'd be for you,

And if I traveled around the world It'd be for you,

And I'd never go with a girl, Unless she was you.

'Cause you're all I ever wanted, baby You're all I ever needed, Honey."

For You, sung and written by

 Oh when it comes to kissin'
 I've just got to keep insistin'
 oh baby
 you sure do swing.

 And when it comes to kissin'
 I've just got to keep insistin'
 oh daddy
 you are the king.

 Baby you've got me beat up and down
 inside out and across.
 But in the middle of the night 
 when the moon is shinin' bright
 oh you're the boss.

~Brian Setzer and Gwen Stefanni, sung for you by Becky (heehee, remember singing this at the Halloween party?)

 
 got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
 wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk
 i'm always starving for words when you're around
 nothing on my tongue so much in my ground

 half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door
 fourth door from the end
 rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor
 if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends
 too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends.

 see the little song bird unable to make a sound
 even though she follows her words from town to town
 we both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay
 that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet.
     -- "this bouquet", ani 
       sung to you with love from paprika

 i'm not trying to give my life meaning
 by demeaning you
 and i would like to state for the record
 i did everything that i could do
 i'm not saying  that i'm a saint
 i just don't want to live that way
 no, i will never be a saint
 but i will always say

 squint your eyes and look closer
 i'm not between you and your ambition
 i am a poster girl with no poster
 i am thirty-two flavors and then some
 and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
 so you might want to turn your head
 cause someday you might find you're starving
 and eating all of the words you said
          more ani by more ali

And here's to you Mrs Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will, know, whoa-whoa-whoa. God bless you please Mrs Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey-hey-hey hey-hey-hey.

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files. We'd like to help you learn to help yourself. Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes, Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.

And here's to you Mrs Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will, know, whoa-whoa-whoa. God bless you please Mrs Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey-hey-hey hey-hey-hey.

 Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
 And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the
 fear take the wheel and steer.
 It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass  
appeal.
 But lately I am beginning to find that
 I should be the one behind the wheel.
 Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
 So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
 will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
 It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else  gets
around.
 But lately I'm beginning to find that
 when I drive myself my light is found.
 So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. 
 Would you choose water over wine....
 hold the wheel and drive?

 
 Sung to Fiona by Jessica, with a smile

'She's a brick house,she's mighty mighty lettin it all hang out..'

I don;t reall know the rest but the song itself reminds me of you....... Abbi