A heart is not a playing thing,
A heart is not a toy,
but if you want it broken,
Just give it to a boy.
Boys, they like to play with things
To see what makes them run,
But when it comes to kissing,
They do it just for fun.
Boys never give their hearts away
They play us girls for fools,
They wait until we give our hearts
And then they play it cool.
You will wonder where he is at night,
You will wonder if he is true,
One moment you will be happy,
One moment you will be blue.
If you get the chance to see him
Your heart begins to dance,
Your life revolves around him,
There's nothing like romance.
And then it starts to happen,
You worry day and night,
You see my friend, you're losing him
It never turns out right.
Boys are great though immature,
The price you pay is high,
He may seem sweet and gorgeous,
But remember he is a guy.
Don't fall in love with just a boy
That's takes a lot of nerve.
You see my friend, you need a man
To get what you deserve.
So when you think that you're in love,
Be careful if you can
Before you give your heart away
Make sure that he's a man.
GIRLS
There are many good things in life,
Like cars, money, and weed.
But if you want something confusing,
A girl is all you need.
A girl doesn't say what she wants,
But you're somehow supposed to know,
If they want to do this or do that,
Stay here, stay there, or just go.
Then there's the time, you all know what I mean,
That monthly little joy,
That lets them abuse the shit out of you,
just for being a boy.
If you ever dare to look at another girl,
They seem to scream, go on, and panic.
But watch how fast they ignore you,
at the sight of that queer from "Titanic".
They give you questions like, "Am I fat?",
And "If you could go with one of my friends, who?",
There is no answer, face the facts,
You are definitely through.
They take nothing and blow it up,
And make a tremendous fuss,
So girls no matter what you think,
You are just as hard to understand as us.
His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circumstances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit. Silence, though, could. It was in the days of the rains that their prayers went up, not from the fingering of knotted prayer cords or the spinning of prayer wheels, but from the great pray-machine in the monastery of Ratri, goddess of the Night. The high-frequency prayers were directed upward through the atmosphere and out beyond it, passing into that golden cloud called the Bridge of the Gods, which circles the entire world, is seen as a bronze rainbow at night and is the place where the red sun becomes orange at midday. Some of the monks doubted the orthodoxy of this prayer technique... Roger Zelazny, "Lord of Light"