December 9, 200816 yr you should hear what I did this weekend but that's my secret OMG! I love this song by marilyn manson. I heard it in Hatchet. Everything has been said before There's nothing left to say anymore When it's all the same You can ask for it by name Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing along. Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing, Are you motherfuckin' ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit. Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing along. Everything has been said before There's nothing left to say anymore When it's all the same You can ask for it by name, Are you motherfuckin' ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit. And now it's "you know who" I got the "you know what" I stick it "you know where" You know why, you don't care. And now it's "you know who" I got the "you know what" I stick it "you know where" You know why, you don't care.
December 9, 200816 yr Your rockin out to Manson and I'm just chillin to Silversun. If only I could headbang
December 9, 200816 yr Nichelle where do you get your emoticons? I love the cat one! Another song I am madly in love with: Just hear me out If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes I highly doubt I can make it through another of your episodes Lashing out One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control You wear me out But it's all right now Lets go home and get stoned We could end up makin love instead of misery Go home and get stoned Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me You wear me out (We could end up making love instead of misery) But it's all right now Without a doubt The break up is worth the make up sex you're givin me Lets hash it out Cause your bitchin and your yellin don't mean anything Don't count me out I can handle all the baggage that you're carrying You wear me out But it's all right now Let's go home and get stoned We could end up makin love instead of misery Go home and get stoned Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me You wear me out (We could end up makin love instead of misery)
December 9, 200816 yr Wow,SMG.You're something else. Here's the link given to me many months ago by FrenchKiki. Smileys-In French
December 9, 200816 yr Thank you nichelle!I know right?! You don't remember my name.I don't really care.Can we play the game your way?Can I really lose control?Just once in my life,I think it'd be nice,Just to lose control, just once,With all the pretty flowers in the dust.Mary had a lamb.His eyes black as coals.If we play very quiet, my lamb,Mary never has to know.Just once in my life,I think it'd be nice,Just to lose control, just once.If I cut you down to a thing I can use,I fear there will be nothing good left of you
December 9, 200816 yr I just wanna dance right now http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAoPJxTvZOQ Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it) Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh, I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it) Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh, I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, Can't read my [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/Vjrb ] No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) I won't tell you that I love you Kiss or hug you Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning Just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I promise this, promise this Check this hand cause I'm marvelous Can't read my, Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my, Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my, Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) Can't read my Can't read my No he can't read my poker face (she's got to love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah)
December 9, 200816 yr Normally this song is in French... but I will post it for you in English :evil: Cuizinier (singer), with your little sex surrounded by red curls I can’t believe you can think that you are wanted I can’t understand it even in the dark, even if you keep your PJs tight Even if you guard your bathrobe, tight as a tailored T-shirt Keep your nightgown, it’ll limit the bastard acts I want to see you In a porno film In action with your cock Shape potatoes or fries To find out About your anatomy About your cousin Teki And your fetish gear Cuizi, what is Your favourite position? Your Olympic performances But you do nothing orgasmic You are naked Under your apron Ready to draw your sword But tough luck You dream of a neon Hummer Designed by Akroe But you have no license You always take the metro Superstar for a night, your life’ll return to normal No need for sunglasses to hide yourself You wait for your green card This is not lip service I’ve managed to make you One with my scanner Entrance is free tonight It’s the only way to come Then we girls wandered Yeah, we’re going to chippendales We had not planned to spend a night with the jokers We wanted to see their pecs, guys hung like bulls Your posters of Lil’ Jon cover those of Magic Johnson You’re too crunk (crazy drunk) to slam dunk Cuiziner, it’s you who I want to see Who I want to see tonight Be ridiculed by a girl who raps better than you I only have 10 fingers not enough to count all of them in the room All these hairdressers like me who know you’re only worth a hair
December 9, 200816 yr Author Oh dear... when will you little people realize that this thread is a TooBoku sandwich and you're all sitting in between several slices of a giant TooBoku loaf.
December 9, 200816 yr oooo... sounds hot :brows: And I haven't listened to "Candy Shop" lately but now I am
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