Uploaded on May 20, 2012 by ddickspringfieldOUCH Powered by YouTube
Wow I mean Whoa G g on yes, that's my Act ng name. Plato is out sharing and I'm the sound and sometimes I am a chime. Plato needs a break and well, I do take a break now and then from furniture fashion food fun and fame. We are the Springfieldzs and we keep going and we are not ready to dash home for well, our favorite ice-cream shakes are we. Just kidding Plato is for me. I think he finally got some sisterly love bug. I mean well, I love Plato and now that Alexander London actually exists and well, the Conquistadors are making a come back Plato just seemed appropriate to my brother. He thinks of the best presents when life finds me winning for God down here under him. Boy, I mean grrlllL it is great and scary love I mean. Whew who would of thought I was wrong about so much. He's such an old but young real live life. I mean Alejandro Sanz. He was love for me because maybe I had a latin misunderstanding like I must have. I really don't know Spanish well enough to sing it. I just felt it and Kaboom Love hit me in the South of Madrid and I then lost my madrid to him. Lucky he looks so wonderful and strange because Love looks like that. No one said Love looked like my real bells and well, my dress wasn't even something I had the right color for because he just looked so good. I watched his crooked smile and his so funny moments that just had to be love. Now, I see the girls and the boys didn't know me. They thought my life was him and it was. Now it's well, him that chages everything. He didn't even know me. I'm sure of it. He finally did because I felt the change somehow and when I did know that he knew me. That he felt me like I felt him once, I was better. Sunshine and Sunlight filled my insides and he loved me. All the girls seemed wrong and I was so much happier to see it wasn't true they weren't who they really thought and ooops they just matter to me enough to care that I can forgive them. He is a man who is just like I thought but love looks better when I exist and when I didn't well, I fell. In love I mean. I mean, I still love him, just looks different when he got it. Do you get that? Well, Plato does and we are so beyond my heart break and I am not as innocent. Why didn't anyone share? Well, England did with a cappaccino with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles yummy in the shape of a heart and well, I got it Harrods of London, you overstuffed closet so much the you you are with such honesty and disgusting perfect taste and terrible precision. You made it hot and just exactly beyond any critique because the firmst sip made me see and my lips and tongue and mouth sides watered becauase it was America you gave me. You loved me perfect and I finally knew Alexander London was mine. Strange ordering a cappaccino wasn't it. Madrid and all of Spain I loved you but you wouldn't serve me Tea ever? Now, England gave me my order and I was just silly enough to order one. Cappaccino please then just on time and way busy but yea! A free seat too. I sat and the waiter was so kind. The guys in the kitchen I'm sure peeked too. And, we all sighed together because my heartbreak was over! Or it just all was what it should be there for me to see. I saw him and he saw me. Maybe because he was not there he was everywhere but there. And, Alexander London did fly to London but i already left. Running from love I was. Back to help America. Still finding God. Plato says almost sunshine and I burn him a little. Nice after tan and wow does he look smoldering hot I get afraid for him with all the attention he has to ignore as he gets touched. Being Plato takes alot of strength. We'll give it to England this time. Plato I mean. We'll have a present. Thanks to me, God has been found and America is the winner as it should be. I was a terrible girl and heartbreak made me not so perfect but I was loved by all I ever could imagine. My family and well, my best friend Eric Burdon. I found him. Is he still shopping in New Zealand? I need some stage clothers. I am so lucky because he is my perfect friend. So, hip and so on that no one could ever be better. Wow! to my Whoa! He was magnificent when the world didn't even know how to spell wayyyy cool! He already was and I mean the perfect ice cream. Maybe Harrods will serve him a scoop of vanilla for me. Or Dairy Queen please, he'd like that from me if you would. Ddick ouch Springfieldzs I mean and now G g on Whoa until well, it's my turn to play God. Then he'll be the Devil right? Right? He's my perfect and I'm just well, on time second past 67 yea, and well, Crazy too because he's my ate. Never hate OK and remember The Sky and which way is up and light the pilot to cook and when you sit down remember The Springfieldza and who will always save America. Us.