Відправлено: 01.08.07 19:35. Заголовок: Bloodhound Gang - Three Point One Four
My last girlfriend didn't like me thought she might be, Most likely a dyke she just didn't excite me, Lefty? Yeah but that was alright, She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn't that bright, My mistake she was more flaky than a leper colony, I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company, Ass like a donkey acting funky gave her "L" now she's a flunky, So my love for her died quicker than a batch of Sea Monkeys, Early bird gets the worm spread your legs or spread the word, So what if I'm not the smartest peanut in the turd, I'm white which goes with everything but I can come in any color, And I'm looking for the kind of girl that reminds me of my mother, But it's hard to find a girl with a viper tattooed on her tushy, And how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their pussies? Like em' easy and hot and sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat, gee, You know what I really want in a girl? Me,
I need to find a new vagina, Any kind of new vagina, It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina, Calvin Klein? Kind of North Carolina,
Women are like dog, doo, hear me through don't interrupt, It's just the older that they are the easier they get to pick-up, I'd fill the generation gap clean the cobwebs from her rafters, Old hens would rather put out than be put out to the pasture, No age just ain't a gauge I like my girls like my cheese, Preferably for me fat-free American singles only, I want my next chick anorexic, the winner is the thinner, Won't have to take her skinny ass out to a fancy dinner, Like Sizzler she got a beef we'll chew the fat, If I forget to put the seat up I can put up with her crap, Let her lash out and crack the whip but not in bed I don't play rough, No I can't be tied down with a girl that wants me tied up, Just independent like NOFX ,smart like Janeane Garafolo, She'd use big words to make fun of me so that I would never know, Bestow upon me all her wisdom of the Dewey Decimal System, gee, You know what I really want in a girl? Me,
I need to find a new vagina, Any kind of new vagina, It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina, Kevin Klein? Kind of South Carolina, Vagina vagina vagina vagina, Vagina vagina vagina vagina.
2 Темна: сонечко, повір мені, що у світі є набгато прикольніша музика..... ніж ті псіхі....... так, я їх не катірую.... і почув я достатньо для того, щоб бути впевненим в своєму виборі.... я не кажу, що твій вибір неправильний.......... просто я казав про себе..... мені - не пре...... я в чомусь винен, що мені вони не подобаються???? просто це як.... ну, як тобі пояснити.... хочеться з тобою поділитися тим прикольним, що є окрім псіхєї..... але ти чомусь саме на них клєманулася..... знаєш цей приклад про чайник?... коли дитині кажуть що чайник чіпати не трба, бо він гарячий і буде боляче..... а вона все-одно його чіпає, опікається, плаче, запам*ятовує цей біль і потім (навіть якщо чайних холодний) вона ще тричі подумає перед тим як до нього знову торкнутися... ну... таке...... шось сам намутив-намутив......... ніччьо не ясно!.. :-)))
Fat Faggy ПО ПЕРШЕ я ДЛЯ ТЕБЕ не сонечко ПО ДРУГЕ тебе не пруть Психи? да ради Бога..але ж ти всюди ліпиш їх фекаєш і гониш тупо. а толком пояснити ЧОГО навіть не можеш .почув десь слово "фака" і вже всюди ліпиш правильно чи ні..главне шо то понтово...чуть шо одразу кажеш шо тебе ніхто не знає і захищаєшся Усярою і х2х ... а хто вони такі по суті?? тоже люди..тоже смаки..так ось..якщо ваша крутая банда "не катіруєт" психів то це не означає шо немає людей які люблять її.. ПО ТРЕТЄ до чого тут чайник??? до чого якісь ср""ні опіки?? всьо?? настарості лет тютютю?? старческій маразм??? паравозікі увозят бальних на голову да???
та да.... я так і думав шо ніхто не зрозуміє....... то до попереднього абзацу.... Темна пише:
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знаєш, якщо чесно я вже не пам*ятаю коли я щось погане про псхєю казав............ так шо твоя фраза трошки надумана.... Темна пише:
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якщо ваша крутая банда "не катіруєт" психів то це не означає шо немає людей які люблять її..
ооо!... от і я про шо!..... є пару мільйонів людей які їх люблять....... а є ще бозна скільки народу, які ні..... не люблять і все тута.... це шо, кримінал?... от Кристина Агілера подобається багатьом мільйонам людей...... а мені - теж ні......... то що тута такого????? нічьо... все ок.... а от коли я кажу що псіхєя мені не подобається - то я одразу її "фекаю і гоню тупо", "главне шо то понтово", тощо........ хз.... задумайся.... може просто ти це якось не так сприймаєш??? Темна пише:
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ой, как міла?!!
ЗІ: знаєш таку фразу, що про смаки не сперечаються???? от саме зараз ти намагаєшся це робити...... на рівному місці роздувати конфлікт.... до того ж раніше все було нормально, а от саме зараз тобі це не сподобалося!... якщо тобі щось не подобається - можеш прямо так і сказати..... бо наскільки я бачу, то проблема абсолютно не в смаках!..
She reads a book from across the street, Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two, She wonders why I'm always in a good mood. Killin' time before she struts her stuff, She needs support and I've become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I'd play the game but I'm the referee.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me.
Even though I know what I'm lookin' for, She's got a brick wall behind her door. I'd travel time and confess to her, But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me. This flower don't belong to me. Why could she belong to me?
Every word, every thought every sound. Every touch, every smile, every frown. All the pain we've endured until now. All the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) Has my moment come and passed? (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) Has my moment come and passed? (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) Has my moment come and passed?
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask.Surrender lyrics
She reads a book from across the street, Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two, She wonders why I'm always in a good mood. Killin' time before she struts her stuff, She needs support and I've become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I'd play the game but I'm the referee.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me.
Even though I know what I'm lookin' for, She's got a brick wall behind her door. I'd travel time and confess to her, But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me. This flower don't belong to me. Why could she belong to me?
Every word, every thought every sound. Every touch, every smile, every frown. All the pain we've endured until now. All the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) Has my moment come and passed? (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) Has my moment come and passed? (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) Has my moment come and passed?
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Відправлено: 21.09.07 18:39. Заголовок: Re:
Christina Aguilera - Hurt
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face You told me how proud you were but I walked away If only I knew what I know today
I would hold you in my arms I would take away the pain Thank you for all you've done Forgive all your mistakes There's nothing I wanna do To hear your voice again Sometimes I want to call you but I know you won't be there
I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do And I hurt myself by hating you Somedays I feel broke inside but I won't admit Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this
Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand? Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am? There's nothing I want to do To have just one more chance To look into your eyes and see you looking back
I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do And I've had myself If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away
Oh, it's dangerous It's so I'm afraid to try to turn back time
I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do And I've had myself
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile With a heart that's beating louder than my own I watch a woman they call Kezia I watch a woman that I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded To atone for a sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said you had to pull that trigger, on her I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and obligated; Five soldiers forever sedated with the, "No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make; Resurrect a static lifestyle and starve to death my own mistakes Pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun. Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
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