Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me)

By Pence/Senatore/Sloan
Recorded by Blessid Union of Souls
© EMI April Music Inc.

She don't care about my car
She don't care about my money
And that's real good because I don't got a lot to spend
But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin'

She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford
Oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed

She don't care about my big screen
Or my collection of dvd's
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don't watch too much t.v.
And she don't care that I can fly her
To places she ain't never been
But if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when

She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in 'Fargo'
I think his name is Steve
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
And I'm so glad I found her once again
And I'm so glad I found her once again

Gazing at the ceiling
As we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us
What we're made of in the end

She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don't see

She likes me for me
Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the cable guy
But what she sees
Is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Found her once again
I'm so glad I found her once again

The Middle

By Adkins/Burch/Lind/Linton
Recorded by Jimmy Eat World
© Dreamworks Songs

Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out or
Looked down on.

Just try your best, try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.

It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle, it'll up the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.

Hey, you know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own,
so don't buy in.
Live right now. Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.

It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.

It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.

Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out or
Looked down on.
Just do your best, do everything you can.
And don't you worry what
the bitter hearts are gonna say.

It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.

It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything will be just fine, everything will be allright.

Special Thanks

Thank you to the Main Line Unitarian Church
Stephen Papa, Senior Parish Minister
MLUC Reception Committee
816 South Valley Forge Road, Devon, PA 19333

This is an edited version of a poem sent by Karrli's Aunt Laurie and Grandmother Hannah for the Memorial Service. The author is unknown but will be acknowledged if information is provided.

I'm still here, though not in sight.
I'm right by your side each day and night.
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
the clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
the first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'll always be here whenever you need me;
take comfort and strength in knowing I'm free.


Tribute by Mary Field, mother

Tribute by Corey Field, father

Tribute by Hailley Field, sister

Tribute by Lyndsay Field, sister

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