I'm dreaming of an open Starbucks
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the lights are burning,
and coffee brewing,
and baristas have your drink to go.
I'm dreaming of the stores at the mall,
that stay open in the afternoon.
That don't close at 2ish,
"Come back at 7:30 ish"
so I can do things after school.
I'm dreaming of some nice pork products,
available in Roma, Italy.
Prosciutto and a pork chop,
and some salami on the top,
and real pepperoni if you please.
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the lights are burning,
and coffee brewing,
and baristas have your drink to go.
I'm dreaming of the stores at the mall,
that stay open in the afternoon.
That don't close at 2ish,
"Come back at 7:30 ish"
so I can do things after school.
I'm dreaming of some nice pork products,
available in Roma, Italy.
Prosciutto and a pork chop,
and some salami on the top,
and real pepperoni if you please.
Yes, the song is terrible, I know, but
I am that desperate.
Life begins again on September 18.
Ciao, baby.
Life begins again on September 18.
Ciao, baby.
4 comments:
Are you kidding? Yes, you compete. And...you win. And don't talk to me about Italy. Just don't.
Sharon, you are just too funny. But you are not complaining, are you? Just stating a fact. Have a fabulous time in Rome, and Doha will be brighter when you get back. It has to or it will be a very long year.
Write me a theme song. Wait. No, please don't.
Who knew you were such a songwriter..love it!
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