Very good song by Beyonce. A song about switching roles. The name says it all, If i were a boy.
If I were a boy
Even just for a day
I’d roll outta bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted then go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
I’d kick it with who I wated
And I’d never get confronted for it.
Cause they’d stick up for me.
[Chorus]
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man.
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a boy
I could turn off my phone
Tell evveryone it’s broken
So they’d think that I was sleepin’ alone
I’d put myself first
And make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she’d be faithful
Waitin’ for me to come home (to come home)
(Chorus)
It’s a little too late for you to come back
Say its just a mistake
Think I’d forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong
(Chorus)
But you’re just a boy
You don’t understand
Yeah you don’t understand
How it feels to love a girl someday
You wish you were a better man
You don’t listen to her
You don’t care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause you’ve taken her for granted
And everything you have got destroyed
But you’re just a boy
In other words, it's Oniomaniacs, an obsession to shop till you drop, till your card 'burst' or in debt. I believe i was once an Oniomaniac sometime ago. It was hard to go cold turkey on shopping! It was like 'cocaine addict', not that i know the taste but i had some hard times. I see, i like, i buy,then i realised, i don't need them at all. What happens in the end? They ended up brand spanking new in the Salvation's army's red bin, in the hope that some lucky girl somewhere in the other side of the town would treasure it. Gone were the days where I go shopping because I believe that i needed some sort of retail therapy just because I was feeling down. Now, i can walk past any shop, and go in, and then tell myself:' nah, there's nothing really fantastic in here that i wanna buy". Then i walked out of all the shops, free from bags and bags of 'goodies' from the sickness.
yawns...say hello to a new life.
I love shoes as if i collect them.:)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
I'm sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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