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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
Posts: 11,068
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my sun-eyed giiiiiirlllll yeaaaaaaaaah my sun-eyed giiiiiiiiirrllllllllll yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh my sun-eyed giiiiiiihhhiiiiiirrrlll
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The Uncola
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: sterling heights, michigan
Posts: 140
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Come what may
Come what may I will love you until my dying day ![]()
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Cheeses Save
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Floating
Posts: 9,204
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But touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my woooorld with your fiiiingeeeerti-i-ips, And we can have forever, And we can, love forever Foreeever is out today, Who waits forever anyway? ------ Last edited by Coffee : 05-03-2005 at 03:11 AM. |
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MR. Smartypants to you.
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Oh, YOU PEOPLE go ahead and call it "Frisco." See if I care.
Posts: 3,967
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Finally found a fella
almost completely divine but his vocabulary is killing this romance of mine We get into an intimate situation and then begins this character's conversation: He says, murder, he says every time we kiss He says, murder, he says at a time like this He says, murder, he says Is that the language of love? He says, solid, he says takes me in his arms and says, solid, he says meaning all my charms He says, solid, he says Is that the language of love? He says, chick chick you torture me Zoom, are we livin? I'm thinkin' of leaving him flat He says, dig dig the jumps the old ticker is giving He can talk plainer than that He says, murder, he says every time I kiss He says, murder, he says keep it up like this and that murder he says in that impossible tone will bring on nobody's murder but his own He says, Jackson, he says and my name's Marie He says, Jackson, he says shoot the snoot for me He says, Jackson, he says Is that the language of love? He says, mmhhmm when he likes my hat He says, tsk tsk tsk what the heck is that? He says, woo hoo! he says Is that the language of love? He says hep hep with helium now babe, we're cookin' another expression's too ill He says, we're in the groove and the groove is good lookin' Sounds like his uppers don't fit! He says, murder, he says every time we kiss He says, murder, he says keep it up like this and that murder he says in that impossible tone will bring on nobody's murder but his own
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dalai clique
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: tea leaf towers - home of fine musical entertainment
Posts: 5,609
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Don't you know that there ain't no mountain ain't no valley low enough ain't no river wide enough to keep me from gettin' to you
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Minx
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Brighton, darling!
Posts: 1,046
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Oh you know her! Miss Groupie supreme!
Yeah, you know her, Vera Vogue on parade! Red eyeshadow! Green mascara! Yuck! She's too much! Last edited by karma_queen : 05-03-2005 at 03:16 PM. |
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dalai clique
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: tea leaf towers - home of fine musical entertainment
Posts: 5,609
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^^^^ organic underwear!
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Minx
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Brighton, darling!
Posts: 1,046
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Yeah she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on, rip her to shreds fits perfectly ![]() |
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dalai clique
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: tea leaf towers - home of fine musical entertainment
Posts: 5,609
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Minx
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Brighton, darling!
Posts: 1,046
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probably. she said it was better for your skin too. snoresville.
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get to it
Join Date: Apr 2005
Posts: 236
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Oh, I'm feeling it now I feel so unnecessary This is the kind of stuff To make you feel like you Want to do something nasty Like waste some chicken gravy On your white shirt Right down front here we go y'all You work both arms and you work both feet Use a dab of gravy, you right on the beat You flap your arms And your feet start kicking Then you know you doin' the funky chicken! |
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in limbo
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: The Netherlands
Posts: 19,503
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what's up yo?
what's up man? you know what i'm sayin word WORD! ![]() police~a them~a they come and~a they blow down me door one him come crawl through through me window ![]() so they put me in the back the car at the station from that point on I reach my destination ![]() well the destination reached in down~a east detention where they whip down me pants look up me bottom ~ INFOOOOOORMER aodoeopjuwudhjkfkljasd;v;spopwpqwodikv ~blame I LICKY BOOM BOOM DOWN l;sdlkdfmkaopqo[igmlsp[qpwnj nisop[aw[a]pdfaanzdk ~someone down the lane I LICKY BOOM BOOM DOWN ![]() |
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Minx
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Brighton, darling!
Posts: 1,046
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Everybody's going for those kinky boots, kinky boots
(Boop Boop) Kinky boots It's a manly kind of fashion that you borrowed from the brutes Borrowed from the brutes (Boop Boop) Kinky boots |
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dalai clique
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: tea leaf towers - home of fine musical entertainment
Posts: 5,609
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You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin and you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt. Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah, and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
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frick, frack, fruck
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: is irrelevant
Posts: 998
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Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons, packed up and ready to go Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway, a place where nobody knows The sound of gunfire, off in the distance, I'm getting used to it now Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto, I've lived all over this town This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around No time for dancing, or lovey dovey, I ain't got time for that now Transmit the message, to the receiver, hope for an answer some day I got three passports, a couple of visas, you don't even know my real name High on a hillside, the trucks are loading, everything's ready to roll I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime, I might not ever get home ![]() |
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