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So... my baby isn't a big Melissa fan... She likes Melissa, and

 actually knew of her before I did... but she's definitely not a fan...

 so... imagine my surprise when I opened my e-mail and

 found this message! 

Subj:  A Tribute From Your Baby....ME Style, 19 January 2003 

I decided to testify today to tell you how I feel
I know I have been your little secret for many years
You are the precious pain in my chrome plated heart
As my lover, don't you know how much I love you, need you

How would I know that I'm the only one, do you get enough of me
Do you realize that my love for you is way more than skin deep
I'm just an all american girl, yes I am, talking to my angel
It may be touch and go sometimes, but let's keep it precious

You heal me with your unusual kiss, I want to come over and resist
But not for long, because not only do I adore, cherish, and want you
I really like you ..occasionally ..I like watching you, all the way to heaven
We have nowhere to go, or do we...... to Cherry Avenue or Shriner's Park

But why go anywhere, we don't need to ...we are brave and crazy
Our journey in life is like a prison, where no souvenirs can be found
Just our silent legacy into the dark, that's the truth of the heart
Lover please, come to my window, It's only me

I want you to know that the angels are at my back door
They have similar features and are stronger than me
They seem to be walking on water, ....mama I'm strange
If I wanted to, I could touch them...but they are just watching

Please forgive me when I say that you must be crazy for me
Place your hand in mine and let's dance without sleeping
You used to love to dance, even before 2001
Meet me in the back, we can go to Royal Station 4/16
And of course baby....like always.... you can sleep while I drive

Don't ever let me go, letting go and being down to one...no
Something I don't ever want to do...will not live without you
It's like the late september dogs, who are they anyway
I could have been you, you could have been me

As we travel our journey, and society deals with the different
The breakdown where the scarecrow lies, angels will fall
This war isn't over, the ruins will remain, the boy feels strange,
Goodnight beloved, sleep forever in peace, ain't it heavy

I hope you like the way I do
Could you bring me some water
because it's for you

*smiling at you*

(I was a little confused about the second to last paragraph...

 but then she explained that it was about Matthew Shepard...)

She actually went on the web to find Melissa's discography to

write this for me... *sigh*... Isn't my baby the best ever??? :-)

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