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High-functioning Werewolf
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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 4:30 pm
I figured we may have some song writers in here. Get to it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 4:36 pm
That's my baby over there with her lovin eyes
All she's gotta do is look at me with her lovin eyes
And I'm down on my knees lost in her lovin eyes
I breathe her in
And I feel love again
Its been too damned long
That I've been gone
I'll never leave my girl
Not for nothing in this world
What a ******** mistake I made
Last time I walked away
That's my baby over there with her lovin eyes
All she's gotta do is look at me with her lovin eyes
And I'm down on my knees lost in her lovin eyes
I touch her face
And I hear the angels sing
We were meant to be
I'll never leave, not for a ******** thing
She's my girl, my one and only girl
It might not be right
But she's my girl
My whole wide world
That's my baby over there with her lovin eyes
All she's gotta do is look at me with her lovin eyes
And I'm down on my knees lost in her lovin eyes
And I'm down on my knees lost in those lovin eyes
Those lovin eyes
My baby's lovin eyes
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High-functioning Werewolf
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High-functioning Werewolf
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:07 pm
Oranges in my Pocket-Written about a year ago.
Got some oranges in my pocket
And I’m on my way to work
I pop a couple pills
And I start the engine up
Turnin’ up the radio
Takin’ a swallow o’ joe
I pull out of my driveway
And it’s off to work I go
Tryin’ to make an honest dollar
So I can do it all again
Gotta work the weekend
Just so I can pay the rent
I pull into the parkin’ lot
Wishin’ I was not
I consider turnin’ round but know that I can’t
Instead I go on in and put on a pot of coffee
And punch in the time clock
While it stares back at me
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 6:10 pm
Ugly Beauties
The pretty barbie girls, with their real artifishal hair
They look down on others with their real plastic faces
Barbie dolls, thats all they are
Barbie girls, thats all they'll ever be
The preppy people with all their good looks and charms
The pretty people with all their drunks and whores
The Anriexic beaties
The bulimic lovlies
Beautiful on the out side
Ugly on the inside
Barbie dolls, thats all they are
Barbie girls, thats all they'll ever be
The preppy people with all their good looks and charms
The pretty people with all their drunks and whores
Soiled rotten brats of martiral things
Never knowing what tur beaty really is
Fake bodies, dying souls
The pretties are not that beautiful
Old song i wrote when i first started high school, and i was quite an outcast then.
^^;
sorry for spelling errors
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High-functioning Werewolf
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 6:23 am
Haha, that cracks me up! I'd love to sing that to some of the people that I went to school with.
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