Saturday, September 09, 2006

Slow Dancing

OK, we're a little tipsy, but not too wasted to be all romantic and stuff. We just slow danced, you know, like you did in highschool when you just hugged and rocked back and forth? Yeah, like that. My honey was all touched because I sang along...

Love ain't a candle
It doesn't burn for one night
And need the dark to shine
Love is alive
And love ain't just a word
In every dictionary
With no where defined
Love is a man and he's mine

Love is alive
And at our breakfast table
Everyday of the week
Love is alive
And it grows everyday and night
Even in our sleep
Love is alive
And it's made a happy woman out of me
Oh love is alive
And here by me
Love ain't just a rule
A distant far away dream
That needs the night to rise

Love is alive
And love ain't just a song
Sweet words of music
To go dancin' by
Love is a man and he's mine
Love is alive, here by me

4 comments:

yerdoingitwrong said...

awwwww. That's sweet!

colleen said...

Awww, I never had you pegged as a Judds fan.

Um, you know, not that I knew immediately that that was a Judds song or anything.**cough, cough**

Cheryl said...

I have to admit, I do like some country music. Shhhh.

Was this the sappiest post ever or what? Fuck. Shit. Crap. There, I feel better now.

NoRemorse42 said...

OMG Cher, I never thought you would listen to country - and sing along to it. Wow. But that is OK since we all have secret things we like but would never tell anyone, or we tell that 1 person who we hope to God will not say anything so it's OK to listen to country and forget I said anything...