On Love

He Stopped Loving Her Today - George Jones:

Written by R. V. Braddock and C. Putman, Jr.

He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

(Chorus)
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

(Repeat Chorus)

She Thinks I Still Care - George Jones

written by Dickey Lee and Steve Duffy

Just because I ask a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by mistake today
She thinks I still care

Just because I haunt the same old places
Where the mem'ry of her lingers ev'rywhere
Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be
She thinks I still care

But if she's happy thinkin' I still need her
Then let that silly notion bring her cheer
But how could she ever be so foolish
Oh where would she get such an idea

Just because I ask a friend about her
And just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I saw her then went all to pieces
She thinks I still care
She thinks I still care

otro

tatiana wrote:

anyway
"Love is wonderful at the beginning but next morning you look at him and think: he looked cuter last night, and taller. And less Chinese"

otro

A, E, I, O, U
to my wedding all of them came (ladies) but you

pinhedz wrote:"Most men say when they're talkin' 'bout the women,
That you can't live with 'em and you can't live with 'em.
Most women say the very same thing,
Only when they're talkin' about the men."

"Well you can with without 'em, and you can live with 'em,
but either way, it won't be easy."

-- Spider John Koerner

And then Neruda found a solution "I like it when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent"

("Look, Nerudita. If I was your wife I would take pen and paper and write I like it when you write because you don't touch me" )

Señorita Panties wrote:

mis panties y los tuyos wrote:

tatiana wrote:

anyway
"Love is wonderful at the beginning but next morning you look at him and think: he looked cuter last night, and taller. And less Chinese"

Love is an illusion...an illusion that must die none-the-less along with you, pantie imposter.

To each his , or her , own.

(I'll be your) Bandit Lover

mis panties y los tuyos wrote:(I'll be your) Bandit Lover

your place or mine?

you should ask Miguel, not me

I ask everyone.

what did I hear? Señorita Panties wants to listen to another Mecano song

otro

senorita panties wrote:hearing voices in your head is another symptom of the infection.

responding to them is worse