Final Fantasy 8 doesn't belong to me and The Pina Colada song
(which this fic is based on)
belongs to Rupert Holmes.
Squall was tired of his lady,
they'd been together too long
Like a worn out recording,
of the song by faye wong.
So as she lay there sleeping,
he read The Maniacs in bed.
And in the personal columns,
there was this letter he read:
If you like reading pet pal magazine,
and riding home on a train,
if you're not into meanies,
if you have half a brain.
If you like dancing late at midnight
and watching stars shooting by,
I'm the love that you've looked for,
write to me and escape.
He didn't think about Rinoa,
I know that sounds kinda mean.
But he and his little angel,
had fallen into the same old dull routine
So he wrote to Timber Maniacs,
took out a personal add
and though he's not a free thinker,
it really wasn't that bad.
Yes I like reading pet pal magazine,
and riding home on a train,
Shooting stars are my favorites
Dancing is my (something)
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
and cut through all this red tape
We'll get a hotdog at the cafeteria
and then we'll plan our escape.
So he waited there with high hopes,
and she walked in the door.
He knew her smile in an instant,
he knew the curve of her face.
It was his own little angel,
and she said, "Squall? It's you!"
Then they laughed for a moment
and he said, I never knew
That you like reading pet pal magazine
and riding home on the train
I knew you weren't into meanies,
but I couldnt've have guessed just the same.
Shooting stars are your fantasy,
and dancing was when we met.
It's really odd just to think of that..
When did we do that stuff last?
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ok, blah blah you know it ends. What did you think? if you have any tips or words that
would fit better (I sang the song with my words in it and the timing isn't really good because
of some of the words) tell me and then I'll revise this thing. It came from listening to that
song way too many times. I like it though! :)
(which this fic is based on)
belongs to Rupert Holmes.
Squall was tired of his lady,
they'd been together too long
Like a worn out recording,
of the song by faye wong.
So as she lay there sleeping,
he read The Maniacs in bed.
And in the personal columns,
there was this letter he read:
If you like reading pet pal magazine,
and riding home on a train,
if you're not into meanies,
if you have half a brain.
If you like dancing late at midnight
and watching stars shooting by,
I'm the love that you've looked for,
write to me and escape.
He didn't think about Rinoa,
I know that sounds kinda mean.
But he and his little angel,
had fallen into the same old dull routine
So he wrote to Timber Maniacs,
took out a personal add
and though he's not a free thinker,
it really wasn't that bad.
Yes I like reading pet pal magazine,
and riding home on a train,
Shooting stars are my favorites
Dancing is my (something)
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
and cut through all this red tape
We'll get a hotdog at the cafeteria
and then we'll plan our escape.
So he waited there with high hopes,
and she walked in the door.
He knew her smile in an instant,
he knew the curve of her face.
It was his own little angel,
and she said, "Squall? It's you!"
Then they laughed for a moment
and he said, I never knew
That you like reading pet pal magazine
and riding home on the train
I knew you weren't into meanies,
but I couldnt've have guessed just the same.
Shooting stars are your fantasy,
and dancing was when we met.
It's really odd just to think of that..
When did we do that stuff last?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ok, blah blah you know it ends. What did you think? if you have any tips or words that
would fit better (I sang the song with my words in it and the timing isn't really good because
of some of the words) tell me and then I'll revise this thing. It came from listening to that
song way too many times. I like it though! :)