Love can not be given till it is received, maybe.
I went to see a Queen tribute band last night, they were excellent by the way.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I bet you're humming the tune now!
Originally posted by SeitseFreud was a quack.
All arises by women wanting to sleep with their dad and men wanting to do their moms, yet being socially unable to do so they project their contained passions onto the world around them through feelings which materialize one way or another.
Or so the shrinks say.
Quack, quack, quack.
Originally posted by yo its meI love that song. 🙂
Love can not be given till it is received, maybe.
I went to see a Queen tribute band last night, they were excellent by the way.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing yo ...[text shortened]... y, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I bet you're humming the tune now!