Tell Me Have You Seen Him?...

Hi. I've been on hiatus. Okay, really, I've just had 2 months off--paid summer vacation and been a bit lazy. I'll catch you up on all the fabulous details soon. But right now I feel like blogging and this is what I wanted to blog....

If you know/see/find the man she's talking about in this song (see below), please give him my number. He has to be single--don't bother telling me if you're currently dating/married/sleeping with him. I want him all to myself.

You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I fear the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet, and you were sound
You saved me

You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
See I had shrunk yet still you wore me around
And 'round and 'round

(Somersault-Zero 7/Sia)