Ahhhh, Ginger... Do you need a hug? Cause that song makes me want to give someone a big ole Texas sized hug... Mainly to Ben Scott for being such a homely fella. And cause he cant sing. But to you to. For entirely different reasons. Mainly because it just sounds like you need a hug.
Please refrain from talking smack about Mr. Benjamin Scott Folds in my presence. He may not be an attractive man, but he has other fine qualities. He's funny and clever and an amazing lyricist and he rocks that damn piano like it's going out of style. Which it's not. And he's not afraid to wear weird clothes and military glasses in public. Which makes him brave. And not at all vain. Apparently.
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Ahhhh, Ginger... Do you need a hug? Cause that song makes me want to give someone a big ole Texas sized hug... Mainly to Ben Scott for being such a homely fella. And cause he cant sing. But to you to. For entirely different reasons. Mainly because it just sounds like you need a hug.
I'll never turn down a Texas sized hug from my favorite creepy Irish bartender.
Consider yourself hugged young lady. And just for good measure I gave ya a rub with the old whiskers too.
We call that a "Chopper", its Cleo's favorite kind.
Please refrain from talking smack about Mr. Benjamin Scott Folds in my presence. He may not be an attractive man, but he has other fine qualities. He's funny and clever and an amazing lyricist and he rocks that damn piano like it's going out of style. Which it's not. And he's not afraid to wear weird clothes and military glasses in public. Which makes him brave. And not at all vain. Apparently.
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