I'm singing along to iTunes, a lot of ballads and cheesy 80's stuff

BROS, "Sister"

Madonna "Forbidden Love"

Jesse Powell's "Invisible Man"

"Victims" by Culture Club

Live 4 Love..... Prince

Better to have lost in love (than never to have loved at all) Eurythmics

little boxes



that theme from




weeds

"Horny Little Devil"

[Intro:]

You are the prince of darkness
Arch enemy, father of evil
Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild
Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe, obstinate beast

[Verse One:]

Horny little devil, you gotta back up
Horny little devil, you can't bust a nut
Lookin at my girlfriend's black skin
You wanna jump in, but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with the pale face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try to pinch the gluterus
Thinkin that you about to knock out the uterus
Cause she'll tell you to kiss her ass quick
And where I'm from, devils get their ass kicked
Mr. Sexual Harrasment
Asking for a blow while the answer is "fuck no"
Looks like you wanna terminate
But that's when I go Psycho like Norman Bates
I wanna kill the devil for talkin shit
Cause he can't get a taste of the chocolate
African breast; cause white bitches got no butt and no chest
Black women have bodies like goddesses
Sorta like Venus, but put away your penis
Cause the devil is a savage motherfucker
That's why I'm lighter than the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it'll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has caught jungle fever yet
So horny little devil, you better listen
Before your ass comes up missin
and it's like that

[Verse Two:]

Now you wanna get me
Horny little must be a F-A-G
Tryin to fuck me out my land and my manhood
Got broke eating Spam and canned goods
Locking down on my neighborhoods
Treat me less than a man cause right now you got the upper hand
But my ass is a virgin
You mignt have fucked the Indians
but you can't surgeon me
And when I'm on top I wont be fuckin ya
I'd rather put a buck in ya
Cause I hate the devil with a passion
and when I see the whites of his eyes I start blastin
Dig a hole and throw his ass in
And I won't be happy til I'm down to my last ten
Get his fuckin pitchfork
Tie him up, and then feed the bitch pork
Little devil wanna fuck me out my pay
But horny little devil true niggaz aren't gay
And you can't play with my Yo-Yo
and definitely can't play with me you fuckin homo
Cause we'll blow your head off
And turn that white sheet into a red cloth
Plus when they're all dead
I can quit that jheri juice and get a bald head
Then let it nap up
Go down to the corner store and beat the Jap up
Clean all the crap up
out my city
Now the whole block look shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who's the next to nut
Color Me Badd, but you can't sex me up
So don't even try to put a dick in a die
Because this is what why in 1991 I'ma get my gun
Put an end to the devil, so get a fucking shovel

Swing Out SIsters...Where in the world Must I go to find Youuuuu.

superspaceboy said:

this hearts for hirrrrre corrine drury

Mansun's 'Taxloss'

He’ll be your taxloss lover from liverpool
Taxloss lover if the truth be told
Taxloss lover still lives in the war
Taxloss lover touching 74
Ah, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
We think you are stupid
We give you money ’cos our assets are fluid yeah
We’ll sell you down the river
Just remember that we said we’d deliver you

Sign on the line and we’ll give you the money
And then you’ll be mine and we’ll fly somewhere sunny
And you’ll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
You’re a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

He’ll be your taxloss lover and his name is bert
Taxloss lover and he’s always a flirt
Your taxloss lover into kinky sex
Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress

Sign on the line and we’ll give you the money
And then you’ll be mine and we’ll fly somewhere sunny
You’ll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
We’re a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Sign on the line and we’ll give you the money
And then you’ll be mine and we’ll fly somewhere sunny
And you’ll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
A taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Taxloss, mod rock
Junk pop, chart hop
Mop top, swap shop
Who’d you nick your cliche off

'Lea-On-Sea, that's where I want to be'

TheRealFiness said:

My friend made me a SOS GH cd...It's like I'm on a fluffy Love Boat or something

Teacher said:

I love 80s cheesy stuff.

superspaceboy said:

Forever Blue sounds like something Jackie De Shannon or Dusty would've done in the 60's beautiful melody

Sound of White....Missy Higgins