THAT'S WHAT MY YOUTH IS FOR

THAT'S WHAT MY YOUTH IS FOR
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# Posté le mardi 25 septembre 2007 12:22

Modifié le dimanche 21 octobre 2007 04:51

FIN DE CE BLOG

FIN DE CE BLOG
VOTRE BETISE* AURA EU RAISON DE CE BLOG

" I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me.

I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me...

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see.

It may sound absurd... but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed... but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me...

Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right... you can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between theirs knees.

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one-way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me.

It's not easy to be me... "


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# Posté le lundi 17 septembre 2007 15:51

Modifié le dimanche 23 septembre 2007 23:41

41* Soirée Queuleu/Pologne

41* Soirée Queuleu/Pologne
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# Posté le dimanche 16 septembre 2007 09:27

Modifié le lundi 17 septembre 2007 15:24

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" 1 2 3 4 tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights that is why my youth was for

Old teenage hopes are alive at your dore
Left you with nothing but they want some more

Ohhhhh you're changing your heart
You know who you are

Sweetheart bitterheart now I can't tell you apart
Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart

Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie

Ohhhhh you're changing your heart
You know who you are

1 2 3 4 5 6 9 or 10
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
1 2 3 4 5 6 9 or 10
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then

Ohhhhh you're changing your heart
You know you are
Who you are

For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart... "


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# Posté le dimanche 16 septembre 2007 08:44

Modifié le dimanche 23 septembre 2007 13:38

40* DON'T FORGET THE PC

" I like a girl with caked up makeup in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time, who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand, bites and scratches the blinds but I ain't found one quite right yet. So I step with pep to the park or supermarket, her apartment best be messy. Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip won't say sorry when she offends. She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz in gold and silver and jewels of all colors and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers...

Come on and get it before I change my mind... Come on kid, don't waste my time... so ****, so pretty... The best piece of ass in the whole damn city... So ****, so pretty...

I like a girl who eats and brings it up a sassy little frassy with bulimia. Her best friend's a plastic surgeon and when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays, money from mommy lovely in Versace costly sprees, it's on at Barney's and I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly. She gets naughty with her pilates body and thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody, 'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty and makes her act more friendly: dance the night away and she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray...

Come on and get it before I change my mind... Come on kid, don't waste my time... so ****, so pretty... The best piece of ass in the whole damn city... So ****, so pretty...

I've had your kind before, Mickey. Go get my purse, Mickey. Lock the door, Mickey, you're just a midnight snack! Shhhh, don't talk back! You're just a boy Mickey, you're just a toy Mickey, you're just a boy Mickey...

Come on and get it before I change my mind... Come on kid, don't waste my time... so ****, so pretty... The best piece of ass in the whole damn city... So ****, so pretty... "

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# Posté le vendredi 14 septembre 2007 15:28

Modifié le dimanche 16 septembre 2007 23:30