The EndingYou're not going to find NeverlandBy following the yellow brick roadAnd you can't follow the stars to OzClick your heels and make them danceCupid's playing with his arrowsAnd there's a bullseye across your heartThe rabbit hole is too deep this timeWe want to teach the kids how to play deadWake up to tea with the kingThe queen has been overruledOff with your mouth!You're not going to kill the witch with songsAnd who can walk in glass slippers anywayThe Cheshire's smile fades at midnightOnly a kiss will stir the demons sleepWhen you wish upon a cardThe castle falls from its wondrous landWhen the good and wicked share a pumpkin carriageHappily ever can't be too far after.
Pretend I'm a tacoWarm and gooey,Crunchy and hard.Hot oozing cheeseFresh juicy tomatoesCrisp, wet lettuceYour love for it growsIts so unbearable to resistThe longing inside is so uncontrollably painfulOne delicate tasteOne delicious morselThe only comforting escape from your deepest hungerYou're finally set free!You hesitate to allow the sweet smellInvade your sensesThen devour it wholeBecoming truly happyLicking the remains from your fingertipsIf only you loved meLike you love yourTaco
just a glimsePick up bags of half eaten chips and candy wrappers. Quiet the noise in the hall beacause the noise it the room can't hear itself think. Change the cd, make sure it suits everyone. Mingle. Flirt. Attempt to do some more work and wonder why you are still awake. Lower the music. Say good bye as the room begins to clear. Flirt some more. Decide who is staying and who is leaving. Kick out the one who should stay. Give him a quick kiss goodnight then return to the other upstairs. Get changed. Brush your teeth. Climb into bed. Attempt to ignore your roomate until she finally gives up and leaves you alone. Talk for hours on end. Stay up all night talking and cuddling even though you have a 10 am class in the morning. Have some fun then fall alseep so you don't have to return much of the favor. Sleep until you
Once upon a Timeless StageAll the King's assesAnd all the Queen's whoresCouldn't put time together againThe clock ticks impatientlyLike a heart without a tragic endEveryone needs a little drama in their livesWhen the cards are stacked too highHow many will be cutWhen the pages will fallThis stage is not big enough for your egoFollow your own brick roadAnd paint it with verses of sanityCandy coated houses are sweeter in the makingAnd poisoned apples are sweeter when sourThorns on roses prick harder then spindlesWhen time stops, we will alreadyBe too late.
Sweet StuffScene 1Open: Three young women are sitting in the living room, two on the couch, one on a chair. There is a coffee table in front of them, a TV to the side. Doorbell rings.Ophelia: (singing) Who is it?Suzi behind door: (happily): It's Suzi!The three girls in the room sigh in frustrationOph: Well come in!Suzi: What?Zoe: (reluctantly) Oh, I'll get it! Gets up, goes off stage left, comes back with Suzi holding a plate full of cookiesPam: (snaps) How many times do we have to tell you, you live here! You don't have to ring the doorbell.Suzi: Yeah, but what if I was a stranger?Pam: Whatever.Suzi: There was something I had to tell you guys (pauses and puts the plate of cookies on the coffee table)Pam: Well?Suzi: (remembering that she was talking) Oh yeah. (Reaches for a cookie) So I was driving by Tom's apartment and there was a hole bunch of cop cars and that was weird cuz I had just seen him an hour earlier and he was fine
Don't ForgetShe was the root of all evilthat is why he loved herHe hasn't left herthat's why she loves himWhen he brakes her heart, she'll break his facebut for nowsettles for bruised ribs and love bitesDon't forget how she used to dig hernails deep into your backshe wishes she'd cut you deeperClawing at the wall you surrond her withshe is only able to make crack the glassYou have nothing to say to heryet you never shut her mouthTake her to dinnermake her pay when your alonewhen she is exposed and vunerableThey used to play gameshe would squeeze to roughlyor leave her bound for too longHe licked away her tearsand caressed her faceHis fallen angelHis nefarious wordsWake her up with cigerette burnslet her sleep with knivesor his arms wrapped tightlyShe's scared of what he will doshe's more scared of what she will dowhen he's not thereYou'll leave when she's dyingand cry at her funeral
One ActScene oneLana: Hey babyAlex: Hey hun, you want to get me some soda?Lana: Yeah, sure. So how was your day?Alex: Hmm? All right, give me a sec, just until a commercial comes on.Lana: Sure. I think Shane is coming over for dinner.Alex: Again? Does he ever eat in his own house? Why doesn't he go out with one of his boyfriends?Lana: He and Jordan are in a fight, and he didn't want to be alone tonight.Alex: but we never have time alone anymore baby. You're always at work, then you go out with Shane and then you too tired to do anything when you get home, or Shane is here. Look, I know he's the Will to your Grace or whatever, but where does the real boyfriend fit in here. I feel like if I never moved in with you, I would never see you.Lana: You're not jealous of my relationship with Shane are you?Alex: Of course not, I'm just saying… forget it. Can't we go out tonight, just the two of us?Lana: I would love that, but how about tomorrow nig
TonightI dream of a place where we walk togetherI look for a star that would light up our livesI look in your eyes for a clue of what you're thinkingI search for an answerWill I be alone tonight?I've given you myselfI'm all yours if you want meTake me in your armswhisper to me softlyI need youYou need meOpen up to my loveWe should be togetherTonightFor lifeTonightThink of me sweetlyDream of me nightlyI'm here, I'm all yoursCan't you see that at all?I need youYou need meOpen up to my loveWe should be togetherTonightWhy do you tease me?Why can't you need me?We should be togetherTonightFor lifeTonightWe should be togetherTonightIf you could just see meTonightWe should be togetherTonightFor lifeTonight
Ode to my left pinky toeA dancer's feetmust be oh so taken care ofeach little piggy, delicateon it's owntogether their stronglifting you to the highest mountianflying through the air, into adreamy vaniella sky.Daily massages, weekly pedicurespampered feet bring for adisasterous downfall.A preformer's feet,rough and hardthe feets true status quo.Treat them too tenderlyno practice, no sweat,here in a jarlies my left pinky toe
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