Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 65 | |
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maybe he's looking for a sugar mama ?
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It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke
and teach the world to sing in perfect harmony and teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars hey i know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe this is a love attack i know it went out but it's back it's just like any fad it retracts before impact and just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip if you got the goods they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique CHORUS: So don't delay, act now supplies are running out Allow, if your still alive, six to eight years to arrive and if you follow there may be a tomorrow but if the offer's shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun Twenty five years ago they spoke out and they broke out of recession and opression and together they toked and they folked out with guitars around a bonfire just singin' and clapin' man what the hell happened some were spell bound some were hell bound some they fell down and some got back up and fought against the melt down and their kids are hippie chicks all hypocrites because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it CHORUS: It ain't no joke when mamma's hankercheif is soaked with the tears because her baby's life has been revoked the bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the closeup Mr. Wizard can't perform no GOD like hocus pocus so don't sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwacked news at 10:00 your neighborhood is under attack put away the crack before the crack puts you away you need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate CHORUS |
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maybe he's looking for a sugar mama ? |
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you is the sugar mama !
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And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start to mold a new reality Closer to the Heart Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflected in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Yea, CLoser to the Heart Philosophers and Plowmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentallity Closer to the Heart Closer to the Heart Yeah ah ohhh ahh (Solo) A Wooah, Wooo You can be the Captian And i will draw the chart Sailing into destinity Closer to the Heart Closer to the Heart Well,Closer to the Heart Yeah, Closer to the Heart Close to the Heart I said, Closer to the Heart |
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you is the sugar mama ! |
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We'd like to know
A little bit about you For our files. We'd like to help you learn To help yourself. Look around you. All you see Are sympathetic eyes. Stroll around the grounds Until you feel at home. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo). God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey). Hide it in a hiding place Where no one ever goes. Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes. It's a little secret, Just the Robinsons' affair. Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids. Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo). God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey). Sitting on a sofa On a Sunday afternoon, Going to the candidates' debate, Laugh about it, Shout about it, When you've got to choose, Every way you look at it you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Ooo ooo ooo). What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? |
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you stuck in the 70's ?
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1968 actually!!!!
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Dear diary....do realize how many songs I have on this thing???? Its just craaaaaaaaazy!!!
And if you dont like my music you dont have to listen to it!!! |
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<------cranks up SIOUXIE AND THE BANSHEES......CITIES IN DUST!!!
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Edited by
Gypsy41
on
Wed 04/16/08 11:36 PM
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Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** If I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort Cut my life into pieces I've reached my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** If I cut my arm bleeding Would it be wrong Would it be right If I took my life tonight Chances are that I might Mutilation out of sight And I'm contemplating suicide Cause I'm losing my sight, Losing my mind, Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight , Losing my mind, Wish somebody would tell I'm fine I never realized I was spread too thin Till it was too late And I was empty within Hungry feeding on chaos and living in sin Downward spiral, where do I begin It all started when I lost my mother No love for myself And no love for another Searching to find a love upon a higer level Finding nothing but questions and devils Cause I'm losing my sight Losing my mind, Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, Losing my mind, Wish somebody would tell I'm fine Nothing's alright Nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I'm crying(x4) I can't go on living this way Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** If I cut my arm bleeding Would it be wrong Would it be right If I took my life tonight Chances are that I might Mutilation out of sight And I'm contemplating suicide Cos I'm losing my sight Losing my mind I wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight Losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's alright Nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I can't go on living this way Can't go on Living this way Nothing's al...right |
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better for you????
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I've got sunshine on a cloudy day When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I guess you'll say What can make me feel this way My girl my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl I've got so much honey The bees envy me I've got a sweeter song Than the birds in the tree Well I guess you say What can make me feel this way My girl My girl Talkin' 'bout my girl Yeah Yeah I don't need no money Fortune or fame I've got all the riches Baby One man can claim Well I guess you say What can make me feel this way It's my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl I've got sunshine on a cloudy day With my girl, I even got the month of May My girl Talkin' 'bout my girl Talkin' 'bout Talkin' 'bout My girl My Girl |
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nothing i know ?
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pffffffffffft!!!!!
WILSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! |
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who ?
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