On New Years Eve of 2008, I met a guy I would eventually fall in love with.
Ninety days later, he left the country.
This blog is both an online diary of the thirty9 weeks until I see him again
& a recollection of the events that created 'us'.
A running commentary on a long distance relationship friendship.


A failed relationship - documented.
The final installment of 'Our Story' was never written & I doubt it ever will be.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Do You Wanna

And I was hoping
That you had an atlas in your head
So fed up of the same old man
There's broken bedrooms and there are broken hands
You were so fed up of the same old broken man
(not so much this verse)
And do you wanna, do you wanna
Do you wanna make love to me
I know you wanna, I know you wanna
I know you wanna make love to me

Oh I came to tell you
That your my favourite girl
And would you like it if I put you into my world
There's broken hearts in basements
And broken love on the streets
You were so fed up of it all always involving me
(not this verse either)
But do you wanna, do you wanna
Do you wanna make love to me
I know you wanna, I know you wanna
I know you wanna make love to me
Do you want, do you want to
Do you wanna make love to me
(mainly the chorus really)
I know you want to babe
I know you want to
I know you want to make love to me
Do you wanna, do you wanna
Do you wanna make love to me
I know you wanna babe
I know you wanna
I know you wanna make love to me
(cause I'd kinda like it if you did)

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