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Spoony
Points Whore Master 66571 points


23/F/not where I wanna be, Finland Join Date: Mar 2007 | Joe - I Wanna Know
Yeah, oh yeah
Alright, oh, oh, oh
It's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmm
Everytime you come around me I get weak, oh yeah
Nobody ever made me feel this way, oh
You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away
So I wanna know
[1] - I wanna know what turns you on (yeah I'd like to know)
So I can be all that and more (I'd like to know)
I'd like to know what makes you cry
So I can be the one who always makes you smile
Girl he never understood what you were worth, hmm no
And he never took the time to make it work
(You deserve more loving, girl)
Baby I'm the kind of man who shows concern, yes I do, oh
Anyway that I can please you let me learn
So I wanna know
[Repeat 1]
[2] - Tell me what I gotta do to please you
Baby anything you say I'll do
Cause I only wanna make you happy
From the bottom of my heart, it's true
[Repeat 2]
I wish that I could take a journey through your mind, alright
And find emotions that you always try to hide babe, oh
I do believe that there's a love you wanna share, oh, oh
I'll take good care of you lady, have no fear, oh
So I wanna know
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2 (2x)]
[Repeat 1 till end]

young_nick said: Yeah that's true...
Man gifts are hard lol.
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halloween
Debater 6255 points


28/M/Wakefield, United Kingdom Join Date: Mar 2008 | Nirvana - In Bloom
Sell the kids for food.
Weather changes moods.
Spring is here again.
Reproductive glands.
And he's the one who likes all our pretty songs,
And he likes to sing along,
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he don't know what it means.
Knows not what it means and I say...
And he's the one who likes all our pretty songs,
And he likes to sing along,
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he don't know what it means.
Knows not what it means and I say, yeah...
We can have some more.
Nature is a whore.
Bruises on the fruit.
Tender age in bloom.
And he's the one who likes all our pretty songs,
And he likes to sing along,
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he don't know what it means.
Knows not what it means and I say...
And he's the one who likes all our pretty songs,
And he likes to sing along,
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he don't know what it means.
Knows not what it means and I say, yeah...
And he's the one who likes all our pretty songs,
And he likes to sing along,
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he knows not what it means.
Knows not what it means and I say...
He's the one who like all our pretty songs,
And he likes to sing along,
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he knows not what it means.
Knows not what it means,
Knows not what it means,
Knows not what it means and I say, yeah...
 Everything is true,
God is an astronaut,
Oz is over the rainbow,
and Midian is where the Monsters live... | | |
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eternus_somnium
Über-Minister 15693 points


15/F/, United States (general) Join Date: Jan 2008 | Emilie Autumn- Marry Me
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a gla** and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I’m menstru...well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
So I’ll f**k who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was...
That is deff not the right song to be listening to now.  | | |
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x_Laura_x
Bogey Man 77693 points


17/F/A Yellow House, United Kingdom Join Date: Jun 2007 | They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

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100dollarplate
Über-Meister 2621 points


60/M/Lakewood, Colorado Join Date: Jun 2008 | Moments Of Pleasure by Kate Bush
Some moments that I've had
Some moments of pleasure
I think about us lying
Lying on a beach somewhere
I think about us diving
Diving off a rock, into another moment
The case of George the Wipe
Oh God I can't stop laughing
This sense of humour of mine
It isn't funny at all
Oh but we sit up all night
Talking about it
Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
On a balcony in New York
It's just started to snow
He meets us at the lift
Like Douglas Fairbanks
Waving his walking stick
But he isn't well at all
The buildings of New York
Look just like mountains through the snow
Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
Just let us try
To give these moments back
To those we love
To those who will survive
And I can hear my mother saying
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Isn't that a great saying?
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Here come the Hills of Time
Hey there Maureen,
Hey there Bubba,
Dancing down the aisle of a plane,
'S Murph, playing his guitar refrain,
Hey there Teddy,
Spinning in the chair at Abbey Road,
Hey there Michael,
Do you really love me?
Hey there Bill,
D'you turn the lights up?
 And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow. | | |
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