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british weatherthis is a quick note to moan that i never got to wear any of my little summer dresses
I never got to dance in the field
I didn't get to have the big family BBQ
I couldn't go skinny dipping
there was no picnics
no beers under the stary night
my fan has gathered dust
my flip flops are packed away
i just hope my bikini will fit me next year
all because the british summer does not exist anymore
P.s i have the flu 2  Prozacif i contemplate on all my ill's
if i think of life without thrills
i would be on prozac
If i thought i was beautiful and was vain
if i thought in this life i had nothing more 2 gain
i would be on Prozac
If i waited & waited for a life with money
if i waited for every day to be sunny
i would be on Prozac
oh why oh why cant i be satisfied
oh lord oh lord have i tried
i've been to doctors, therapists and shrinks
i leave their offices thinking my life stinks
some have told me to put aside my goals my dreams and ambition
to put my life under gods tuition
ive thought about this for a long time now
I've contemplated every which way and how
recently i have seen the light
and beleive me it is a glorious sight
I SHOULD BE ON PROZAC |
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