If you just take out “Cowboy” and read “Frida” instead (and change the “ladies” to “gentlemen” of course), that’s meee! haha!
It’s oookaaay, I can find peace in this. I can just keep on doing a little Shakespeare and sing my little songs and write the greatest books and comics of all time. If you want to hear the song you can visit this blog. It’s where I found it. 😀
Cowboys, they are ladies men all right
They’ll love ’em up and talk ’em up all night
But they’re lonely when there’s nothing else to do
And that’s what makes the cowboys sing the blues.
She does a little Shakespeare and she sings
She plays the mandolin and other things (I’m sure I would if I had a mandolin!)
She looks for love beauty and IQ
And that’s what makes the Frida sing the blues.
Frida has to fall in love, get hurt and all that bit
Let her heart hang out so she can write you all a hit
So gentlemen if she asks you, don’t refuse
Let’s all help the Frida sing the blues.
Frida she don’t ever understand
This thing between a woman and a man
Until she finds the one she always loses
That’s what makes the Frida sing the blues.
A Frida takes her lonely pen in hand
And tries to make somebody understand
But he has ears to hear a different tune
And that’s what makes the Frida sing the blues.
Cowboys have to fall in love, get hurt and all that bit
Let their hearts hang out so they can write you all a hit
So gentlemen if they ask you, don’t refuse
Let’s all help the cowboys sing the blues.
And as a finish, a lovely and oh so true Shakespeare quote for ya. There ain’t no cure a doctor can prescribe for the burden of a heart heavy with guilt.
“Macbeth:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doctor:
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macbeth:
Throw physic to the dogs, I’ll none of it.”
Haha, Macbeth, he’ll have none of it!
Aww, ya gotta love’im.