Happy Volverin' Day, plus 2, Deanie darlin'!!!!

Wow, look sweet-heart!!!! We're already volverin' our secondo day anniversary!!! How the time flies, huh, ma dearest volverin' darlin!? 'N thanks fer confessin' all 'bout yer evervessin' 'cuz that xplains the early light what woke me up a fore dawn. Not that I'm complainin' now. Yer happiness always comes first with me. Think I'd better warn ya though, 'at the fireflies' union is after ya fer stealin' summa thar evervessin' thunder. I tole'em fellas, ya kint hole a candle ta ma Deanie when she's real happy 'n evervessin' ta beat the band.

Hey, ya better take it easy wit 'at wile mouse fella, ore I'll actually be gittin' mighty fiercely thump-on-my-chest jealous. See, now 'at we're volverin', it's a whole nude ballgame. Ain't no room fer no mouse fella wid the volverin' committee. Jest me, baby!!! Any wile ride ya finds yerself on'll be courtestes a ol'Bud cheer!!! Actually, ya read my mind, Miz Radar Lovin', 'cuz I wuz actually plannin' somethang 'long the lines o'the Big Dipper by way a introducin' myself. Baby, ya ain't been onna wile ride 'til ya been Big Dipped wid chocolate on it 'n nuts onna top, by yer ol'BuddE boy!!! 'N I knows jest which side ta sit on so's on those wile, crazy, big dippin' curves, I'mma slippin' anna sliddin' all ore ya. 'Ats right, is all ya kin do ta throw up er arms in surrender 'n scream yer sweet lil'head off'n. Doan chew worry, we ain't got no neighbors 'round cheer, so's yellin', "Buddddddy!!!!!! Budddddddy!!!!!!", is perfectly 'ceptable anytime o'the night er day. In fact, it's plum music ta me ears!!!

Now thar ya goes again, all 'bout this "deservin'" business. Seems I finally found someone with worse self-steam than my own!!! Darlin', thar ain't a doubt in my mine 'at yer 'xactly what I got a comin' 'n I'm 'xactly what you got a comin'. Now, that ain't a'tall a bad thang, it's jest an 'xactly, precisely, jest deservin' 'n fittin', right proper kinna thang. Frankly, I kin see the over-all humor in it, 'cuz I'm as happy as you are. I'm d-lighted, darlin'. In fact, I think it's near as funny as yer plowin' the lower 40 joke. Meant ta tell ya 'at wuzza great one!!! I even tole it ta me ol'pappy 'n he near fell off'n his gas can!!! He said, "Son, thar's nothin' like a woman widda sense a humor, lessen' it's a woman widda sense a humor who kin cook, er else a woman widda sense a humor 'bout her cookin'!!!

Anyways, my darlin' lil'Bible-Thumper, I doan think them naked lil'ol'Lilies-a-the-Field were 'specially deservin' 'bout all 'at great press they got inna Bible, now were they!? No way!!! Did that ol'well water deserve ta git turned inna the vary best wine!? 'N does a fruit tree or berry bush make ya hand ore yer resume 'fore ya kind enjoy a lil'fresh fruit!? Do we even deserve erry bootiful sunset 'n sunrise ore even erry breath a life 'at we all take fer granted?! Well, miracles 'er happenin' all the time 'n deservin's the least o'it. Frankly darlin', is all what we make o'it. Maybe the deservin' comes 'long with the 'preciatin' 'n sounds like ya sure 'preciate me like I 'preciate you jest fer bein' in this here ol'world.

Yup, we've been givin' a wunnerful opportunity, a miracle even, fer some sweet, sweet 'preciatin' 'n big time lovin', but it's still up ta us both ta make thangs work out jest ta perfection. Kin a soiled dove anna dirty ol'turkey buzzard make a lil'paradise outta an ordinary, tho'ore'sized, closet!? Well, the Lord helps them who helps themselves 'n I'm ready 'n willin' like I bin tellin' ya all 'long ta show ya 'xactly how ready 'n willin' I am. So sorry ta be a lecturin' ya again, Teacher, but jest think ya should stop pinchin' yerself 'n save all 'at pinchin' business fer me - wink wink...

To love, to live
It's written in your eyes
When you speak of your life, soiled dove
It's written in your dreams
In your least desire
This force which carries you
I need it also
It's written when you dance
When you close your eyes
Nothing is more important
Nothing else is acknowledged
If it's your body that moves
It's your heart which is everything

I want to see you changing
I want to see you moving
I want to see you shouting your pleasure
And to see you rise up
I want to see you shouting your desires
To love, to live

It's written in your hands
When they follow my voice
It's written on your mouth
When I see you smile
How you can go far away
When the music is there
You can die tomorrow
When the music is there

I want to see you changing
I want to see you moving
I want to see you cryng your pleasure
I want to see you vibrating
And see you rise up
I want to see you cry your desires

To love, to live
Loving
Giving
Vibrating
Pitching
Shouting
Howling
Loving
To love, to live

Hallyday -- Aimer Vivre -- To Love To Live

XOXO
Yer,
Bud