Good Sunday morning. Jim Adams is hosting Song Lyric Sunday again this week and the theme is Crying/Sadness. This is favorite of mine by Fergie and beautifully produced by Will.I.Am. Hope you enjoy it too.
Big Girls Don't Cry Fergie
Lyrics Da da da da The smell of your skin lingers on me now You're probably on your flight back to your home town I need some shelter of my own protection, baby To be with myself and center Clarity, peace, serenity I hope you know, I hope you know That this has nothing to do with you It's personal, myself and I We've got some straightenin' out to do And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket But I've got to get a move on with my life It's time to be a big girl now And big girls don't cry Don't cry Don't cry Don't cry The path that I'm walking I must go alone I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay I hope you know, I hope you know That this has nothing to do with you It's personal, myself and I We've got some straightenin' out to do And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket But I've got to get a move on with my life It's time to be a big girl now And big girls don't cry Like the little school mate in the school yard We'll play jacks and Uno cards I'll be your best friend, and you'll be mine Valentine Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to 'Cause I want to hold yours too We'll be playmates and lovers, and share our secret worlds But it's time for me to go home It's getting late and dark outside I need to be with myself and center Clarity, peace, serenity I hope you know, I hope you know That this has nothing to do with you It's personal, myself and I We've got some straightenin' out to do And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket But I've got to get a move on with my life It's time to be a big girl now And big girls don't cry Don't cry Don't cry Don't cry La da da da da da
She knew this was her destiny but she felt frozen in time. What was her purpose? She was surrounded by flora twinkling in the moonlight. She was dressed so beautifully in her dreamy dress but her wings had been perfectly clipped. She couldn’t even fly.
Angel in waiting She balanced in suspension In floral splendor
’Tis the shard of glass you wield That will slice into my dignity Cutting me where flesh does not yield Whenever you have the opportunity I may have wronged you in the past But sir, it was not intentional Onerous aspersions I did not cast Although my actions unconventional I provided you with an inch of suggestion And you expropriated a mile of my generosity A proposal in the form of a rhetorical question Does not qualify you for any reciprocity
I say I love you, you say you love me more We do not agree, and so we argue until evermore
