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Post by The Curmudgeon on Oct 17, 2007 12:59:20 GMT 2
Don't worry, The Curmudgeon hasn't been Bodysnatched by some 14 year old "rawwwk" girl. Which wouldn't be a bad th.. never mind. Anyway, this isn't an "OMG! Avril is da best eva an dis song is sooo gud" thread, this is a "holy SHIT. How awesome does she look in this video?" thread. I mean - seriously. She's always been very bangable, but she really has surpassed herself with this one. Oh my. www.youtube.com/watch?v=8alyqnPyyvI&feature=dirHell, even watch it with the volume turned down if you like.
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Post by CW on Nov 1, 2007 14:13:33 GMT 2
Morrissey: Dear God Please Help Me Lyrics
I am walking through Rome With my heart on a string Oh God, please help me
And I'm so very tired Of doing the right thing Dear God, please help me
There are explosive kegs Between my legs Dear God, please help me
Will you follow and know Know me more than you do Track me down and try to win me
Then he motions to me With his hand on my knee Dear God, did this kind of this thing happen to you?
Now I'm spreading your legs With my in between Dear God, if I could, I would help you
And now I am walking through Rome And there is no room to move But the heart feels free The heart feels free The heart feels free But the heart feels free The heart feels free The heart feels free But the heart feels free The heart feels free The heart feels free
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Nov 1, 2007 20:23:47 GMT 2
.............. Yeah. I like her boobz.
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Post by CW on Nov 1, 2007 22:38:11 GMT 2
Morrissey - Trouble Loves Me lyrics
Trouble loves me Trouble needs me Two things More than you do Or would attempt to So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance Seems serene
Trouble loves me Walks beside me To chide me Not to guide me It's still much more Than you'll do So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance seems serene See the fool I'll be Still running 'round On the flesh rampage Still running 'round
Ready with ready-wit Still running 'round On the flesh rampage - At your age ! Go to Soho, oh Go to waste in The wrong arms Still running 'round Trouble loves me Seeks and finds me To charlatanize me Which is only As it should be Oh, please fulfill me Otherwise, kill me
Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it Faced with the music, as always I'll face it In the half-light So English, frowning Then at midnight I Can't get you out of my head A disenchanted taste Still running 'round A disenchanted taste
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Nov 1, 2007 22:46:01 GMT 2
........ And her ass.
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Post by CW on Nov 2, 2007 0:41:06 GMT 2
Morrissey: Nobody Loves Us lyrics
Nine times fined Never mind Things can only improve We are just stood here Waiting for the next great wound
And we just can't wait to make more mistakes And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake
All in all, imagine this : Nobody loves us Dab-hands at Trouble With four days of stubble, we are Never loosen the grip on our hand Call us home Kiss our cheeks Nobody loves us So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
People think all we do Is lie around and think of how Rich we'd be if we didn't think Life could improve
And we just can't wait to make more mistakes And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face
Call us home Kiss our cheeks Nobody loves us Dab-hands at Trouble With four days of stubble, we are So, never loosen the grip on our hand Call us home Make our tea Nobody loves us So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
Call us home Tuck us in Nobody wants us Dreamers and schemers All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand Whack us, then Hug us hard Nobody loves us So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess And complete distress won't make much difference to us
Sing us our Favourite song Nobody loves us Born-again athiests Practising troublemakers Make us our Favourite jam Nobody loves us Useless and shiftless And jobless But we're all yours
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