tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908657215177973182011-04-21T19:14:42.503-07:00"Strong inside but you don't know it, good little girls they never show it "Bournenoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890865721517797318.post-91693478809899053822007-07-25T06:05:00.000-07:002007-07-25T06:14:34.343-07:00haha<br /><br />this reminds of my (not so far) past...<br />when the boys wanted to be me...<br /><br /><br /><strong>Boys Wanna Be Her</strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">- Peaches</span><br /><br /><br />you got them all<br />by the balls<br />causing water falls<br />stone walls<br />bar brawls<br />climbing stalls<br />at concert halls<br />to you they crawl<br />body sprawled<br />smoking Pall Malls<br />close call<br />stand tall<br />doll you make them feel so small<br />and they love it<br /><br />the boys wanna be her<br />the girls wanna be her<br />i wanna be her<br />yes i do<br /><br />the way you rock<br />non stop<br />girls, you've got chops<br />flip flop<br />she bop<br />self taught<br />your licks are hot<br />her lyrics heave<br />kids receive<br />crawling up her sleeve<br />parents peeved<br />can't conceive<br />that<br />her deed will never leave<br />and we love it<br /><br />the boys wanna be her<br />the girls wanna be her<br />i wanna be her<br />so do you?<br /><br />listen up listen up listen up<br />voices scatter<br /><br />the boys wanna be her<br />the girls wanna be her<br />the boys<br />the girls<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890865721517797318-9169347880989905382?l=onemoreaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bournenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890865721517797318.post-19006957075388728842007-07-23T12:27:00.000-07:002007-07-23T12:33:01.749-07:00This song is dedicated to my little sweetheart<br />who is always there for me!<br /><br /><strong>Delicate</strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">-</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">Damien Rice</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />We might kiss when we are alone<br />When nobody's watching<br />We might take it home<br />We might make out when nobody's there<br />It's not that we're scared<br />It's just that it's delicate<br /><br />So why do you fill my sorrow<br />With the words you've borrowed<br />From the only place you've known<br />And why do you sing Hallelujah<br />If it means nothing to you<br />Why do you sing with me at all?<br /><br />We might live like never before<br />When there's nothing to give<br />Well how can we ask for more<br />We might make love in some sacred place<br />The look on your face is delicate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890865721517797318-1900695707538872884?l=onemoreaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bournenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890865721517797318.post-32166368690719587812007-05-28T06:43:00.000-07:002007-05-28T06:47:15.335-07:00Music for the moment I'm in...<br /><br /><strong>Unwind</strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">- Pink</span><br /><br />I hide my pain like the rest of them<br />That's why I'm always laughing<br />I'm troubled, I'm brilliant and miserable too<br />That's why I am so funny<br />I swallow down all my fears<br />With a bottle made of silver<br />I've only been here for 27 (20 in my case) years<br />But already my life is over<br /><br />And I need to unwind, yes and I<br />Need to unwind, yes and I<br />Want all the time<br />To be loved, to unwind<br /><br />My life is like a fairytale that nobody believes in<br />I can't remember anything<br />Not the people, not the places that I've been<br />'Just one more day, you can make it, babe'<br />That's what I tell myself<br />And everything that I love in life<br />It's killing me cause it's bad for my health<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890865721517797318-3216636869071958781?l=onemoreaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bournenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890865721517797318.post-1463557224997525962007-05-17T10:18:00.000-07:002007-05-28T06:46:50.598-07:00Cuz this song describes perfectly how I'm feeling right now.<br />And also fits perfectly to be the beginning of this Blog.<br /><br /><strong>Tomorrow</strong> - <span style="font-size:78%;">Avril Lavigne</span><br /><br />And I wanna believe you<br />When you tell me that it'll be okay<br />I try to believe you<br />But I don't<br /><br />When you say that it's gonna be<br />It always turns out to be a different way<br />I try to believe you<br />Not today, today, today, today, today<br /><br />I don't know how I'll feel<br />Tomorrow,Tomorrow<br />I don't know what to say<br />Tomorrow<br />Tomorrow is a different day<br /><br />It's always been up to you<br />It's turning around, its up to me<br />I'm gonna do what I have to do<br />Just don't<br /><br />Give me a little time<br />Come leave me alone a little while<br />Maybe its not too late<br />Not today, today, today, today, today<br /><br />Hey, yeah, yeah, Hey, yeah, yeah<br />And I know I'm not ready<br /><br />Hey, yeah, yeah, Hey, yeah, yeah<br />Maybe tomorrow<br /><br />And I wanna believe you<br />When you tell me that it'll be okay<br />Yeah, I try to believe you<br />Not today, today, today, today, today<br />Tomorrow it may change<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890865721517797318-146355722499752596?l=onemoreaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bournenoreply@blogger.com0