Originally posted by StarrmanHell is gone and heavens here
I am so god damned bored that I'm beginning to get an urge to chew my own lips off. Please, somebody, anybody, help.
Theres nothing left for you to fear
Shake your arse come over here
Now scream
Im a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
Youre my rock of empathy, my dear
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Lifes too short for you to die
So grab yourself an alibi
Heaven knows your mother lied
Mon cher
Separate your right from wrongs
Come and sing a different song
The kettles on so dont be long
Mon cher
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Look me up in the yellow pages
I will be your rock of ages
Your see through fads and your crazy phases yeah
Little bo peep has lost his sheep
He popped a pill and fell asleep
The dew is wet but the grass is sweet my dear
Your mind gets burned
With the habits youve learned
But were the generation thats got to be heard
Youre tired of your teachers and your schools a drag
Youre not going to end up like your mum and dad
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
He may be good he may be outta sight
But he cant be here so come around tonight
Here is the place where the feeling grows
You gotta get high before you taste the lows
So come on
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
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Originally posted by Daemon SinYou are a bad, bad man.
Hell is gone and heavens here
Theres nothing left for you to fear
Shake your arse come over here
Now scream
Im a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
Youre my rock of empathy, my dear
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Lifes too short for you to die
So grab yourself an alibi
Heaven knows your mother lied
Mon cher
Se ...[text shortened]... e on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
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Originally posted by NordlysNoodles, will you marry me?
Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!
Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk!
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts, awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs.
Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt!
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit, why not then? Moose.