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[14 May 2012|03:37pm] |
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"it's him or me," that's what he said, but i can't choose between a vegan and pothead. so i choose you because you're sweet, and you give me lots of lovin' and you eat meat. and that's how you became my only man of the hour. you never lie and you don't cheat, and you don't have any baggage tied to your forefeet. do i deserve to be the one to feed you breakfast lunch and dinner, and take you to the park at dawn? will you really be my only man of the hour? i know you'll never bring me flowers, flowers they will only die. and though we'll never take a shower together i know you'll never make me cry. you never argue, you don't even talk, and i like the way you let me lead you when we go outside and walk, will you really be my only man of the hour?
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| what is the last song that you heard for the first time that you instantly fell in love with? |
[21 Mar 2012|10:57pm] |
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but turn around oh, they've surrounded with a showdown and nobody comes to save you now but you got something they don't yeah you got something they don't you just gotta keep your eyes open everybody's waiting, for you to breakdown everybody's watching, to see the fallout when when you're sleeping, sleeping keep your e-eyes open keep your e-eyes open keep your eyes keep your feet ready heartbeat steady keep your eyes open keep your aim locked the night grows dark keep your eyes open
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| give me one word to describe where you are right now. mine? beautiful |
[28 Feb 2012|02:59pm] |
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don't get me wrong chi-town got it goin on and new york is the city that we know don't sleep. and we all know that l.a. and philly stay jiggy, but on the sneak, miami bringing heat for real. y'all don't understand, i never seen so many dominican women with cinnamon tans. mierda, this is the plan, take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand, gimmie your hand. damn, you look sexy, let's go to my yacht in the west keys, ride my jet skis, lounging in the palm trees 'cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on south beach. water so clear, you can see to the bottom, hundred-thousand dollar cars, errybody got em. ain't no surprise in the club to see sly stallone. miami, my second home. party in the city where the heat is on all night on the beach till the break of dawn. welcome to miami, bienvenidos a miami. bouncin in the club where the heat is on all night on the beach till the break of dawn. i'm goin to miami, welcome to miami
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[19 Feb 2012|01:07pm] |
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a certain someone introduced me to this and now i'm hooked |
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i threw a wish in the well, don't ask me, i'll never tell i looked to you as it fell, and now you're in my way. i trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss i wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way. your stare was holdin', ripped jeans, skin was showin'. hot night, wind was blowin'. where you think you're going, baby? hey, i just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe? it's hard to look right at you baby, but here's my number, so call me maybe? hey, i just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?
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| what are you eating right now? or if you're like me, wish you were eating? |
[01 Feb 2012|07:42pm] |
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someone make me home fries |
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your tongue is sharp but i miss the taste of it. you say time heals, there's not enough of it. the lessons are too cruel to keep, to lock the door, to hide the key. to hear you cast a spell so sweet, to still have hours left to sleep. your fear is crowdin' and there is still no place for someone like me to fill. don't know about luck but i know the lack of it. don't know about luck, but i'm losing track of it. the lessons are too cruel to keep, to lock the door, to go to sleep. i know that time until it kills, you're giving me the chills.
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| what are the most awkward lyrics you've ever heard? |
[18 Jan 2012|11:05am] |
you can get that, or you can get this. you can call a demon, imma call jesus. you can get a curse, you can get a cross. you can go to work or you can be the boss. imma be the owner, be a thought doner. imma go hard like a motherfuckin boner. imma make the beat put the people in a coma. you can be a geek or be a rolling stoner. i woke up in the morning, hard like morning wood in the morning. woke up thinkin about microphonin'. e.t. own the mic, phone the homeland. i'm way out, like nasa. i'm way over here, i done past ya. i get stacks of cash, you get cashews. i go hard, statues. you can go hard or you can go home. you can go hard or you can go home. now let me take this time to say i don't wanna lead you on. you can ho hard or you can go home. well i, i know it's a lot to take but i don't wanna lead you on. you can go hard or you can go home. wait a minute, imma make it a little harder. imma make it a little harder. give it to you a little harder. this is hard. hard like a rock and roll, the time bomb's tickin', explode. baby, this is dynamo. better move back now, it's bout to blow. hard like geometry and trigonometry. this is crazy, psychology. i'm bout to win, watch out now. i'm going in. |
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| what band/song/musical ditty reminds you of your teenage rebellion? |
[14 Dec 2011|10:41pm] |
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i needed just a hit, one hit, just a very little hit i'm sure i won't like it. i needed to be hurt, one hit would send me flying. i got away with murder last night in the parking lot, in cold blood i have murdered parts of us that we forgot. i walked into a kiss, one kiss from the very lovely miss who lives to fulfill my wish. i needed to be hurt, one kiss would send me flying. i got away with murder last night in the parking lot. in cold blood, i have murdered parts of us that we forgot. i will be going nowhere, i will be going nowhere, i will be going nowhere, nowhere fast. i will be going no, i will be going no, i will be going no, i will be going no, i will be going nowhere, nowhere fast. i had to write a hit, one hit, just a very little hit i'm sure you won't like it. i needed to be hurt, one hit would send me flying. i got away with murder last night in the parking lot, in cold blood i have murdered parts of us that we forgot. and in the end i grant you a farewell and final kiss. i got away with murder, who's the next to make the list?
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| good morning! carpe diem and all that. |
[22 Oct 2011|08:49am] |
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my body tells me no, but i won't quit / 'cos i want more
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