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Here are some random ramblings of a girl that will probably end up in an insane asylum sometime in her near future...Kookookachoo. She loves her Queen, she loves her Beatles and her Who and her Zeppy and her music in general. She loves her writing. She loves love. And she loves you. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

"Grace Kelly"

Earlier, I was thinking of writing a poem, a poem about how I like myself, but how I want to please others, and that sometimes I'm willing to act like something else to gain approval. I almost never feel this way, and haven't ever until recently, but now...I don't know. And it seemed poem worthy. So I was brainstorming, then, all of a sudden, this song started playing in my head: "Grace Kelly" by Mika. First off, I love Mika. He just makes me smile. I don't think he sounds like Freddie Mercury, before you ask.:P But no matter what kind of mood I'm in, listening to his music just makes me really happy.

So, in my head, I started running through the lyrics of "Grace Kelly," and by George, John, Paul, and Ringo, it said exactly what I was going to write in the first place. So I decided: instead of creating a new poem, I'm going to post the lyrics from this fantabulous song, just because I can really relate to them. Here you go.:)

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

How can I help it?
How can I help it?
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older
Just to be put on the shelf?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

Say what you want to satisfy yourself,
But you only want what everybody else says you should want.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

...Okay, so on second thought, it doesn't fit me to a tee, but I can still relate. Besides, it's just an absolutely fantasmic song! XD

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