Pink Nail Polish On My Left Hand...Burn Down The House!


"...I've become accustomed to wearing nothing, but pink nail polish on my left hand!" - SheDaisy

Giggles...when painting my nails this hot pink I kept thinking about this song, so I decided to take pics of my left hand and post them...why? Because there is nothing I wouldn't share with you guys. Want to know the rest of the lyrics view below other pic of hand...love ya, more substance to come...ha! ha!


"Burn Down the House"

By She Daisy

Today I promise I'll never love you again I swear I'll care as little as I can 'Cause I've become accustomed to wearin' nothin' But pink nail polish on my left hand
So many valuable lessons I learned from you Like forgiveness and breakin' hearts too Now that you're a goner in your honor More of the silence is the least I can do
Cut the lines Blow up a few bridges Trim the fat Trim the grass Clean out the fridge Then sweep up the mess Put on my Sunday best And burn down the house Burn down the house Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life And Burrrn, yeah
I never did like your fantasy football friends I'll never have to watch Caddyshack again I finally started cookin' and if you're lookin' I'm walkin' my new dog in front of my new house Got a new job and the money's come in See you need a new man and a world and a new life Nothing's quite as right as a girl on the mend
Cut the lines Blow up a few bridges Trim the fat Trim the grass Clean out the fridge Then sweep up the mess Put on my Sunday best And burn down the house Burn down the house Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life And Burn Yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa Tearin' down old walls Puttin' up new ones Have a little fun it's wreckin' ball night Gotta little itchin' to get down in the kitchen With my tall drink of water and some dynamite
Cut the lines Blow up a few bridges Trim the fat Trim the grass Clean out the fridge Then sweep up the mess Put on my Sunday best And burn down the house Burn down the house Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life And burn, burn, burn Baby, burn
Ah, burn it up, yeah Don't know burn, burn Burn it, burn it, burn it up

Comments

Pilot Mom said…
What a lusicious shade of pink! What's the color and who makes it? It would look great on my toes!! ;)
9:47 PM
Anonymous said…
I can tell by your hands that you are young! They are lovely and soft looking with great nails. Remember to put sunscreen on the back of your hands when you are going to be outside for a long time to keep them looking like that. Hands really show age.

Ok, sorry to give you all this unsolicited advise, but your hands are just so pretty!!!

I think I need to check out She Daisy. I know who they are but havne't given them much of a listen. You are my music girl!
1:50 PM
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