Do all my fellow Wingnuts have their Octopi ready to throw tonight? Sure am hoping for the best, but don't think it's gonna happen. GO WINGS!!!!
Springtime in college
Building more than knowledge
Spending spring break
While uncle gone to Vegas
His 3 story house they would overtake
On the trinity overlooking the levy the green grass they would mow
Her riding on the front
He in the drivers seat controlling the show
Building small cities and model train stations
To the piano room for music
The third story for relations
In a black room with white curtains
Indian rugs laid out
She'd make certain
Then under the grand they'd land
Next Skinny dipping in the pool
But never let it get out of hand
Beautiful music from the piano filled the house completely
Playing like Liberache
And playing so sweetly
Clean, sweaty or dirty
Never mattered to both
It was always playful and flirty
Never did she want spring to end
His uncle to come home
To not see her friend
She'd leave but in her mind still hear the music keep playing
Her time with her friend she adored
She always felt like staying
But he had his life she had hers to live
But every time they'd see each other
They always had something to give
Now many years and relations passed by
They still are friends and still say hi
He still adores her and she adores him
But both know deep down inside
Chances of being together are rather slim
He being catholic and her being baptist and devout
Families would be furious and unkind
How could they figure this out.
Maybe spring break was just for knowledge
Of the life's lessons
They couldn't learn in college
Maybe now they see
Just how it is
How God meant it to be.
Springtime in college
Building more than knowledge
Spending spring break
While uncle gone to Vegas
His 3 story house they would overtake
On the trinity overlooking the levy the green grass they would mow
Her riding on the front
He in the drivers seat controlling the show
Building small cities and model train stations
To the piano room for music
The third story for relations
In a black room with white curtains
Indian rugs laid out
She'd make certain
Then under the grand they'd land
Next Skinny dipping in the pool
But never let it get out of hand
Beautiful music from the piano filled the house completely
Playing like Liberache
And playing so sweetly
Clean, sweaty or dirty
Never mattered to both
It was always playful and flirty
Never did she want spring to end
His uncle to come home
To not see her friend
She'd leave but in her mind still hear the music keep playing
Her time with her friend she adored
She always felt like staying
But he had his life she had hers to live
But every time they'd see each other
They always had something to give
Now many years and relations passed by
They still are friends and still say hi
He still adores her and she adores him
But both know deep down inside
Chances of being together are rather slim
He being catholic and her being baptist and devout
Families would be furious and unkind
How could they figure this out.
Maybe spring break was just for knowledge
Of the life's lessons
They couldn't learn in college
Maybe now they see
Just how it is
How God meant it to be.
In the college cafeteria they
In the college cafeteria they met
To the midi lab shed never forget.
Sitting beside him on the bench while he played
She's got a way about her
All day long she could have stayed
It was that day the story began
From then many years it ran
For there was a true love
Like as if given from the heavens above.
A chance of love that was slim
The story of me and him