This is what you get when you cross Jessy Wessy & Rocket Sauce

Translation:
I love you so 
ooooh….well
i i love u
u put the circle on it 
i put the dot inside
what do we see here
uhuhusayhuhweeeelll

well i love you 
is that enough? 
well I love 
is that enough?

we'll sit here nuthin to do but just hold each other and listen to some poetry
i love you
everything's gooood

we're gonna sit here til the sun goes down
are you comfortable 
can i get you anything 
some coconut water
maybe some mint
i'll rub it on your napples 
lets not make this zurty
Hey!
 …. i love you.
Will you be my friend?
It's okay if you say no because
i don't have time to be friends with everyone
i guess
Some people enjoy me for who I am 
Those people I just wanna love
Unlike a dirty ham
And when you are down
I'll hold your hand
We'll walk down the street
We'll dance together
We'll do things like eat treats and chocolates
Sometimes we'll take a run and sometimes 
we'll go play with my tree
Everybody loves each other now
Cause we know that it's 
Eternal love
Eternal life 
And everybody is One.
Everybody's One 
Everybody's One
Everybody's One 
Everybody's One 
How many songs do we have to make
And how many prophets are we gonna kill
And how many people are gonna-
keep fake-in who they came to be,
because their uncomfortable with 
not seeing it on tha street.
There's no one like me
Whoooooah…..
Don't be afraid to be you pwease. 
Don't be afraid to be you pwease.
Life is too short to be NOT you. 
pwease.

Om Namah Shivaya (repeat)

something
ererorerereror….
Do do doo
Yeah because 
….something
…..something

The world is waiting for you to become….
you little snowflake dander.






Pwease

Penny's Weather Forcast For Austin Texas 1/28

A song in the name of PEACE made with Ferenz in NYC to calm myself down for my flight to India.  It worked.  Therefore this song could very possibly calm you too.  Ferenz sang and played all the instruments cause he is a musical genius.....and I was the singing birdie.  

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