The perishable
nature of love is
what gives love its
importance in our
lives.
Here's to the girls...
who laugh so hard they cry, who know how to
have a good time,
the girls who can take a joke, who can make fun of each other,
but
more importantly who can make fun of
themselves. Here's to the
girls who have late night
phone calls and no-sleep sleepovers, the
girls who sing karaoke at one in the morning
and dance in their
underwear. Here's to the
girls who
listen as you pour your heart
out and hold you
when you cry, who
stay on the phone with you
even when no one's talking and comfort you through your
sobs.
Here's to the
girls who
push each other down the stairs and have
random
slap fights, the girls who
call each other names and trip
over their own two
feet. Here's to the
girls who steal
each other's
chairs and fight over the last cookie.
(Yah here's to those
idiots.)
Here's to the
girls who
harass you when you slow dance with a
boy and try to sing the song to you using a cell phone
as their
mic. Here's to the
girls who see
your smile but now you're about
to breakdown, who always know what's on your
mind, the girls
who know no, you're not fine and who understand
the message
hidden in your
lies. Here's to the
girls who never left your
side,
who think
you're beautiful inside and
out. Here's to the
girls
who
never stopped loving
you.
Here's to
those
girls,
my girls,
my
best
friends.