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Post by Fyedka Tchaikyov on May 8, 2010 15:11:55 GMT -5
(Don't ask .w.)
White Robes by t.A.T.u.Feeling ugly, looking pretty Yellow ribbons, black graffiti Word is written, bone is broken No big secret left unspoken Sun is painted in the corner but it's never getting warmer All the lies they keep on selling But you never check the spelling Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven! Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven! Time is running we are sitting Back together, just for splitting You are crying in the corner always next and never former Open up and let me hear it for my body future spirit Brain is useless chair is rocking Open doors for dead man walking Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven! Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness Paragliding back to heaven!
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Post by Asher LeBeau on May 8, 2010 15:23:06 GMT -5
I wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face And it never feels out of place And your still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace I wonder how bad that tastes When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell Now wheres you picket fence love And wheres that shiny car, And did it ever get you far You've never seem so tense love I've never seen you fall so hard, Do you know where you are And truth be told I miss you And truth be told I'm lying When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well Then he's a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself Where'd it all go wrong, the list goes on and on And truth be told I miss you And truth be told I'm lying When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well Then he's a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell Now you'll never see, what you've done to me You can take back your memories they're no good to me And here's all your lies, You can look me in my eyes With that sad sad look that you wear so well When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well Then he's a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you hear this song and sing along oh you'll never tell Then you're the fool, I'm just as well Hope it gives you hell When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell You can sing along I hope that it will treat you well |
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Post by erasmusvalentine on May 9, 2010 11:12:17 GMT -5
Perfect Situation by Weezer
What's the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation
I let love down the drain.
There's the pitch, slow and straight.
All I have to do is swing
and I'm a hero, but I'm a zero.
Hungry nights, once again
Now it's getting unbelievable.
'Cause I could not have it better,
But I just can't get no play
From the girls, all around
As they search the night for someone to hold onto.
And I just pass through...
Singing...
Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Get your hands off the girl,
Can't you see that she belongs to me?
And I don't appreciate this excess company.
Though I can't satisfy all the needs she has
And so she starts to wander...
Can you blame her?
Singing...
Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Tell me there's a logic out there.
Leading me to better prepare
For the day that something really special might come.
Tell me there's some hope for me.
I don't wanna be lonely
For the rest of my days on the earth.
Oh..!!
[solo]
Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
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Elysia O'Broin
Arson
Don't leave me. Please believe me. Baby there is-I can explain. Please love me! Please need me!
Posts: 121
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Post by Elysia O'Broin on May 12, 2010 14:25:24 GMT -5
Real Sugar Baby by Sailor Moon Sugar: Alright
Test-test-test-test
Hello?
Are we ready to go here?
*Clears throat* May I have your attention please?
Crowd: What?
Sugar: May I have your attention please?
Crowd: Yeah!
Sugar: Will the real Sugar baby please speak up?
We're gonna have a problem here!
Y'all act like you've never heard a little white girl before
Jaws all on the floor
Acting like you can buy me in a sugar store
*Cha-ching*
Cruising the halls
You must be looking for more
Cuz I'm bigger than that
And I wont be stuck on the floor
Haha-haha-haha
Guy: What you laughing at?
Sugar: Your all talking like, oh wait, no way! You're kidding!
She didn't just sound like I think she did did she?
Guy: Yeah yeah yeah!
Sugar: Hey-Hey-Hey where's sugar?
Guy: Where you at?
Sugar: I'm right here! Sleeping in Mocha's pocket!
Tee-hee
Sugar-sugar-sugar-sugar-sugar sugar-baby, sugar-baby!
CHORUS
I'm sugar baby, the REAL sugar baby
All you other sugar babies are just imitating
So wont the real sugar baby please jump up,
Please jump up, please jump up!
Cuz I'm sugar baby, the REAL sugar baby
All you other sugar babies are just imitating
So wont the real sugar baby please jump up,
Please jump up, please jump up!
Guy: Woah!
Sugar:Look at her, walking around with her own crew,
Mad Dog and Billy and Moca too!
She's so damn short though!
Guy#1 WHAT?
Sugar: Yeah!
Guy#2: That's my girl yo!
Sugar:And there's a million of us just like me,
Fuss like me, just don't give a fu--
OH! I would never say that!
Guy: Sugar!
Sugar: Dress like me, walk like me, have hair like me
And might just be the next best thing, but not quite me!
CHORUS
I'm sugar baby, the REAL sugar baby
All you other sugar babies are just imitating
So wont the real sugar baby please jump up,
Please jump up, please jump up!
Cuz I'm sugar baby, the REAL sugar baby
All you other sugar babies are just imitating
So wont the real sugar baby please jump up,
Please jump up, please jump up!
Oh and could the rest of you please lie down
'Cuz I can't see anything *thanks! *
Sugar-sugar-sugar-sugar-sugar sugar-baby, sugar-baby!
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Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on May 12, 2010 22:27:06 GMT -5
Revenge song Bob and Tom show
You can be mean to me,
mean as you want to be,
just say anything that you like.
You can be nasty and caddy and
cruel and unsual.
Twist my nose with your fingers,
trip me while I carry liquids.
[chuckles in the background]
But as you pin me down,
my arms down on the ground.
As your spit drips into my face, [chuckles in the background]
deep in the back of your mind,
remember at some point you'll have to fall asleep.
[hysterical laughter in the background]
And when you fall asleep,
into your room I'll creep.
Did something move in the dark 'neath your bed?
And then a voice you hear,
calling out loud and clear.
A voice that is your own.
A voice that's saying "Aaargh!?"
[hysterical laughter]
There things that one can do
with Bengay, nair and superglue, [chuckles]
a package of indellable dye. [chuckles]
Why would a guy
such as I
ever buy
indellable dye?
Blue as the sky?
Don't ask me why.
This catalog I found
sells roaches by the pound. [chuckles]
Millipedes, cetipedes too.
They say the meek shall inherit
because they stay up late and change the will.
[laughter]
And when you fall asleep,
into your room I'll creep.
Did something move in the dark 'neath your bed?
And then a voice you hear.
It's calling loud and clear.
A voice that is your own.
A voice that's saying "Aaargh!?"
[laughter]
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Post by adrianwilliam on May 12, 2010 22:35:01 GMT -5
"If You Were Gay" from Avenue Q
IF YOU WERE GAY
THAT'D BE OKAY.
I MEAN 'CAUSE, HEY,
I'D LIKE YOU ANYWAY.
BECAUSE YOU SEE,
IF IT WERE ME,
I WOULD FEEL FREE
TO SAY THAT I WAS GAY
(BUT I'M NOT GAY.)
IF YOU WERE QUEER
I'D STILL BE HERE,
YEAR AFTER YEAR
BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAR
TO ME,
AND I KNOW THAT YOU
WOULD ACCEPT ME TOO,
IF I TOLD YOU TODAY,
"HEY! GUESS WHAT,
I'M GAY!"
(BUT I'M NOT GAY.)
I'M HAPPY
JUST BEING WITH YOU.
SO WHAT SHOULD IT
MATTER TO ME
WHAT YOU DO IN BED
WITH GUYS?
IF YOU WERE GAY
I'D SHOUT HOORAY!
AND HERE I'D STAY,
BUT I WOULDN'T GET
IN YOUR WAY.
YOU CAN COUNT ON ME
TO ALWAYS BE
BESIDE YOU EVERY DAY,
TO TELL YOU IT'S OKAY,
YOU WERE JUST BORN
THAT WAY,
AND, AS THEY SAY,
IT'S IN YOUR DNA,
YOU'RE GAY!
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Elysia O'Broin
Arson
Don't leave me. Please believe me. Baby there is-I can explain. Please love me! Please need me!
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Post by Elysia O'Broin on May 20, 2010 18:00:16 GMT -5
Lady is a Trampby Frank Sinatra and Mel Torme She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
I've wined and dined on mulligan stew,
and never wished for turkey.
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too,
from Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux-Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad:
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca'ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me;
My Hobohemia is the place to be…..
I get too hungry for dinner at eight, I like the theatre but never come late.
I never bother with people I hate: That's why the lady is a tramp.
I don't like crap games with Barons and Earls,
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like the free fresh wind in my hair, life without care:
I'm broke, it's oke.
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I go to Coney - the beach is divine.
I go to ball games - the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read every line:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like a prize fight that isn't a fake.
I love the rowing on Central park lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the green grass under my shoes, what can I lose?
I'm flat! That's that! I'm all alone when I lower my lamp:
That's why the lady is a tramp! Don't know the reason for cocktails at five.
I don't like flying - I'm glad I'm alive.
I crave affection but not when I drive:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
Folks went to London and left me behind.
I missed the crowning - Queen Mary didn't mind.
Won't play Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind":
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like to hang my hat where I please, sail with the breeze.
No dough - Heigh - Ho! I still like Roosevelt
and think he's a champ:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan –
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot but my shape is my own:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Rector’s is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace - no got, so what?
For Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp:
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Dis Akhmet
Murder
Not to pull your halo down around your neck..
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Post by Dis Akhmet on May 21, 2010 7:48:14 GMT -5
"Devil's Dance Floor" -Flogging Molly
Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun
Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
Cause there's no way out
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
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Post by erasmusvalentine on May 21, 2010 11:21:03 GMT -5
Can't Fight This Feeeling (as sung in) Glee(Dis to Era?  ) I cant fight this feeling any longer
And yet Im still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
And even as I wander
Im keeping you in sight
Youre a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winters night
And Im getting closer than I ever thought I might
And I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore
My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
Ive been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that Im following you, girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone Id never find
And even as I wander Im keeping you in sight
Youre a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night
And Im getting closer than I ever thought I might
And I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever
Cause I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore. |
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Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on May 21, 2010 16:37:58 GMT -5
pocketful of sunshine - Natasha Bedingfield
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.
And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
Take me away: A secret place.
To better days take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.
The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right. |
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Post by Sano Kemosiri Dyrovaske on May 23, 2010 14:54:54 GMT -5
Gay or European from Legally Blonde: The MusicalElle:
There! Right There!
Look at that tan, that tinted skin.
Look at the killer shape he's in.
Look at that slightly stubbly chin.
Oh Please he's gay, totally gay.
Callahan:
I'm not about to celebrate.
Every trait could indicate the totally straight expatriate.
This guy's not gay, I say not gay.
All:
That is the elephant in the room.
Well is it relevant to assume
that a man who wears perfume
is automatically radically fey?
Emmett:
But look at his coiffed and crispy locks.
Elle:
Look at his silk translucent socks.
Callahan:
There's the eternal paradox.
Look what we're seeing.
Elle:
What are we seeing?
Callahan:
Is he gay?
Elle:
Of course he's gay.
Calahan:
Or European?
All:
ohhhhhh.
Gay or European?
It's hard to guarantee
Is he gay or European?
Warner:
Well, hey don't look at me.
Vivian:
You see they bring their boys up different in those charming foreign ports.
They play peculiar sports.
All:
In shiny shirts and tiny shorts.
Gay or foreign fella?
The answer could take weeks.
They will say things like "ciao bella"
while they kiss you on both cheeks.
Elle:
Oh please.
All:
Gay or European?
So many shades of gray.
Warner:
Depending on the time of day, the French go either way.
All:
Is he gay or European?
or
Enid:
There! Right There!
Look at that condescending smirk.
Seen it on every guy at work.
That is a metro hetero jerk.
That guy's not gay, I say no way.
All:
That is the elephant in the room.
Well is it relevant to presume
that a hottie in that costume
Elle:
Is automatically-radically
Callahan:
Ironically chronically
Vivian:
Certainly pertin'tly
Warner:
Genetically medically
All:
GAY!
OFFICIALLY GAY!
OFFICIALLY GAY GAY GAY GAY
DAMNIT!
Gay or European?
Callahan
So stylish and relaxed.
All:
Is he gay or European?
Callahan
I think his chest is waxed.
Vivian:
But they bring their boys up different there.
It's culturally diverse.
It's not a fashion curse.
All:
If he wears a kilt or bears a purse.
Gay or just exotic?
I still can't crack the code.
Brooke:
Yet his accent is hypnotic
but his shoes are pointy toed.
All:
Huh.
Gay or European?
So many shades of gray.
Judge:
But if he turns out straight I'm free at eight on Saturday.
All:
Is he gay or European?
gay or european?
Gay or Euro-
Emmett:
Wait a minute!
Give me a chance to crack this guy.
I have an idea I'd like to try.
Callahan:
The floor is yours.
Emmett:
So Mr. Argitacos...
This alleged affair with Ms. Windam has been going on for...?
Mikos:
2 years.
Emmett:
And your first name again is...?
Mikos:
Mikos.
Emmett:
And your boyfriend's name is...?
Mikos:
Carlos.
I'm sorry! I misunderstand. You say boyfriend.
I thought you say best friend. Carlos is my best friend.
Carlos:
You bastard!
You lying bastard!
That's it.
I no cover for you, no more!
Peoples.
I have a big announcement.
This man is Gay and European!
you've got to stop your being
a completely closet case.
No matter what he say.
I swear he never ever ever swing the other way.
You are so gay.
You big parfait!
You flaming boy band cabaret.
Mikos:
I'm straight!
Carlos:
You were not yesterday.
So if I may, I'm proud to say,
He's gay!
All:
And European!
Carlos:
He's gay!
All:
And European!
Carlos:
He's gay!
All:
And European and Gay!
Mikos:
Fine okay I'm gay!
All:
Hooray!
Mikos and Carlos:
Fine. Okay. We're gay! |
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Post by matt on May 24, 2010 23:48:46 GMT -5
MANEATER - NELLY FURTADO revengeee
[Verse 1]
Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!
[Chorus:]
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!
[Verse 2]
And when she walks she walks with passion
when she talks, she talks like she can handle it
when she asks for something boy she means it
even if you never ever seen it
everybody get your necks to crack around
all you crazy people come on jump around
you doing anything to keep her by your side
because, she said she love you, love you long time!
[Chorus]
[Chants]
[Chorus]
Never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
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Post by Blake Riina Kildal on May 25, 2010 10:28:39 GMT -5
[Verse 1] I've been looking for a driver who's qualified So if you think that you're the one step into my ride I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine With a sunroof top and a gangster lean [Bridge] So if you feel me let me know, know, know Come on now what you waiting for, for, for My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go [Chorus] Got you where you wanna go if you know what i mean Got a ride that smoother than a limosine Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night Cuz I'm 0 to 60 in three point five Baby you got the keys- Now shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) [Verse 2] I got class like a 57 cadillac Got all the drive but a whole lot of boom in the back You look like you can handle whats under my hood You keep saying that you will boy I wish you would [Bridge] So if you feel me let me know, know, know Come on now what you waiting for, for, for My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go [Chorus] Got you where you wanna go if you know what i mean Got a ride that smoother than a limosine Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night Cuz I'm 0 to 60 in three point five Baby you got the keys- Now shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Cuz you play the game, got what I got (Get it Get it) Don't Stop It's a sure shot Aint no ferrari huh boy I'm sorry I ain't even worried So step inside and ride (ride, ride, ride, ride, ride...) [Bridge] So if you feel me let me know, know, know Come on now what you waiting for, for, for My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go [Chorus] Got you where you wanna go if you know what i mean Got a ride that smoother than a limosine Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night Cuz I'm 0 to 60 in three point five Baby you got the keys- Now shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Now shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) |
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Post by Rowan St. John on May 26, 2010 21:25:55 GMT -5
Toxic cover by A Static Lullaby
Baby, can't you see?
I'm calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it
Too high
Can't come down
Losin' my head
Spinnin' 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?
It's gettin' late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my Devil's cup
Slowly, it's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Can you feel it now?
With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?
With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?
With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?
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Post by maddiefingmatthews on May 27, 2010 18:02:27 GMT -5
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