OK, if you have a song that reminds you of yourself, or you have a song you want to share or dedicate to someone special on here. this is the place to do it.
OK, if you have a song that reminds you of yourself, or you have a song you want to share or dedicate to someone special on here. this is the place to do it.
For years a fairy queen I've been For years I foiled the Demon King But alas I'm getting on, the years have flown somehow And I feel that Fairy Snowdrop isn't wanted now
Chorus: Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three) Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
She may still have a magic power but that is not enough They like their bit of magic from a younger bit of stuff When once your silver star has lost its glitter And your tinsel looks like rust instead of gold Fairy days are ending when your wand has started bending No-one loves a fairy when she's old
For years I reigned in Fairy Dell I waved my wand and waved it well If I can't do all I did I'm satisfied because I'd sooner be a has-been that I would a never-was
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three) Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
The face of this Immortal One to many has appealed But gone is the illusion once you've had it soled and heeled When you've lost your little fairy dimples And the moth holes in your dress let in the cold The Goblins and the Pixies turn their backs and say Hi Nixey No one loves a fairy when she's old.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three) Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
As far as I can see they try to push you off the map When once your wand has withered and your wings refuse to flap When you can't cast a spell without it spilling And a fairy tale for years you haven't told You stand there shouting What O!.. but they all pass by your Grotto Nobody loves a fairy when shes old.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three) Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
They don't give you an earthly chance to make a livelihood They're building council houses now in my enchanted wood When you are past the age for Television And the air you use is government controlled It seems that they would sooner Listen to a blinkin' crooner Nobody loves a fairy when shes old.
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For years a fairy queen I've been
For years I foiled the Demon King
But alas I'm getting on, the years have flown somehow
And I feel that Fairy Snowdrop isn't wanted now
Chorus:
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three)
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
She may still have a magic power but that is not enough
They like their bit of magic from a younger bit of stuff
When once your silver star has lost its glitter
And your tinsel looks like rust instead of gold
Fairy days are ending when your wand has started bending
No-one loves a fairy when she's old
For years I reigned in Fairy Dell
I waved my wand and waved it well
If I can't do all I did I'm satisfied because
I'd sooner be a has-been that I would a never-was
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three)
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
The face of this Immortal One to many has appealed
But gone is the illusion once you've had it soled and heeled
When you've lost your little fairy dimples
And the moth holes in your dress let in the cold
The Goblins and the Pixies turn their backs and say Hi Nixey
No one loves a fairy when she's old.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three)
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
As far as I can see they try to push you off the map
When once your wand has withered and your wings refuse to flap
When you can't cast a spell without it spilling
And a fairy tale for years you haven't told
You stand there shouting What O!.. but they all pass by your Grotto
Nobody loves a fairy when shes old.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty (three)
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old
They don't give you an earthly chance to make a livelihood
They're building council houses now in my enchanted wood
When you are past the age for Television
And the air you use is government controlled
It seems that they would sooner
Listen to a blinkin' crooner
Nobody loves a fairy when shes old.
this is to my love..... You left your Bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore And when I sit at your piano I can almost hear those hymns The keys are just collecting dust But I can't close the lid You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts And I can heart the devil whisper "Things are only getting worse" You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church The preacher came by Sunday said he missed me at the service He told me Jesus loves me but I'm not sure I deserve it 'Cause the faithful man that you loved is nowhere to be found Since they took all that he believed and laid it in the ground Repeat chorus I still believe in Heaven and I'm sure you've made it there But as for me without your love, girl I don't have a prayer Repeat chorus You left your Bible on the dresser so I put it in the drawer
this is to my love.....
You left your Bible on the dresser
So I put it in the drawer
'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
And when I sit at your piano
I can almost hear those hymns
The keys are just collecting dust
But I can't close the lid
You left my heart as empty
as a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can heart the devil whisper
"Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty
as a Monday morning church
The preacher came by Sunday
said he missed me at the service
He told me Jesus loves me
but I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause the faithful man that you loved
is nowhere to be found
Since they took all that he believed
and laid it in the ground
Repeat chorus
I still believe in Heaven
and I'm sure you've made it there
But as for me without your love, girl
I don't have a prayer
Repeat chorus
You left your Bible on the dresser
so I put it in the drawer
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it OK There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction or a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the Angel far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escaping one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees In the arms of the Angel far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
PATTY'S SONG
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
amy Winehouse is brilliant but a Tragedy waiting to happen
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hossv8 write: Some women probably can relate to this
What is it about men...by Amy Winehouse
Understand once he was a family man so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the shit my mother hated I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate My alibi for taking your guy history repeats itself, it fails to die and animal agression is my downfall I don't care 'bout what you got, I want it all
It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?' My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?'
I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing and I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing and I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears of behavioural patterns that stick over the years
'Cause it's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?'
Ooh It's bricked up in my head and it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: now, what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?'
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hossv8 write: Some women probably can relate to this
What is it about men...by Amy Winehouse
Understand once he was a family man so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the shit my mother hated I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate My alibi for taking your guy history repeats itself, it fails to die and animal agression is my downfall I don't care 'bout what you got, I want it all
It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?' My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?'
I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing and I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing and I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears of behavioural patterns that stick over the years
'Cause it's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?'
Ooh It's bricked up in my head and it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: now, what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?'
amy Winehouse is brilliant but a Tragedy waiting to happen
Understand once he was a family man so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the shit my mother hated I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate My alibi for taking your guy history repeats itself, it fails to die and animal agression is my downfall I don't care 'bout what you got, I want it all
It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?' My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?'
I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing and I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing and I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears of behavioural patterns that stick over the years
'Cause it's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?'
Ooh It's bricked up in my head and it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: now, what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?'
Some women probably can relate to this
What is it about men...by Amy Winehouse
Understand once he was a family man
so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand
Emulate all the shit my mother hated
I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate
My alibi for taking your guy
history repeats itself, it fails to die
and animal agression is my downfall
I don't care 'bout what you got, I want it all
It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?'
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?
What is it 'bout men?'
I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
and I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing
and I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears
of behavioural patterns that stick over the years
'Cause it's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?'
Ooh It's bricked up in my head and it's shoved under my bed
and I question myself again: now, what is it 'bout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
and I question myself again: 'what is it 'bout men?
What is it 'bout men?'
Well Im glad balls make you think of me..your not rubbing your stitches thinking of me, are you?? LOL
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demoman write: Heres one im kinna partial to lately due to my new condition..lol. actualy ill dedicate this to you as well sweet....lol
I'm ever upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all CHORUS: I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all
And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire CHORUS Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night CHORUS And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...
Ball sucker
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demoman write: Heres one im kinna partial to lately due to my new condition..lol. actualy ill dedicate this to you as well sweet....lol
I'm ever upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all CHORUS: I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all
And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire CHORUS Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night CHORUS And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...
Ball sucker
Well Im glad balls make you think of me..your not rubbing your stitches thinking of me, are you?? LOL
Been irked by the crap on TV lately... Frank Zappa wrote a song about the crap ooozing out the TV set, specially reality shows that are so fake..
I'm The Slime lyrics
I am gross and perverted I'm obsessed 'n deranged I have existed for years But very little has changed I'm the tool of the Government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think I'm delicious With the stuff that I say I'm the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I'm the slime oozin' out From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you And eat the garbage that I feed you Until the day that we don't need you Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you Your mind is totally controlled It has been stuffed into my mold And you will do as you are told Until the rights to you are sold
That's right, folks . . . Don't touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin' room floor
I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin' room floor
I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
Been irked by the crap on TV lately...
Frank Zappa wrote a song about the crap ooozing out the TV set, specially reality shows that are so fake..
I'm The Slime lyrics
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I'm the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I'm the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I'm the slime oozin' out
From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That's right, folks . . .
Don't touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin' room floor
I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin' room floor
I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
Heres one im kinna partial to lately due to my new condition..lol. actualy ill dedicate this to you as well sweet....lol
I'm ever upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all CHORUS: I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all
And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire CHORUS Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night CHORUS And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...
Ball sucker
Heres one im kinna partial to lately due to my new condition..lol.
actualy ill dedicate this to you as well sweet....lol
I'm ever upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all
CHORUS:
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
But we've got the biggest balls of them all
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got
Great balls of fire
CHORUS
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night
CHORUS
And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...
PuftDaddyBill write: here is a song that means alot to me. This reminds me of my relationship with my Father. But later in life he and i became close again. Before he died i finally understood what he was trying to tell me all along.
Artist: Cat Stevens Album: Footsteps In The Dark Title: Father And Son
Father It's not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, i am old, but i'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and i know that it's not easy, To be calm when you've found something going on. But take your time, think a lot, Why, think of everything you've got. For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son How can i try to explain, when i do he turns away again. It's always been the same, same old story. From the moment i could talk i was ordered to listen. Now there's a way and i know that i have to go away. I know i have to go.
Father It's not time to make a change, Just sit down, take it slowly. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, i am old, but i'm happy. (son-- away away away, i know i have to Make this decision alone - no) Son All the times that i cried, keeping all the things i knew inside, It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. If they were right, i'd agree, but it's them you know not me. Now there's a way and i know that i have to go away. I know i have to go. (father-- stay stay stay, why must you go and Make this decision alone?)
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PuftDaddyBill write: here is a song that means alot to me. This reminds me of my relationship with my Father. But later in life he and i became close again. Before he died i finally understood what he was trying to tell me all along.
Artist: Cat Stevens Album: Footsteps In The Dark Title: Father And Son
Father It's not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, i am old, but i'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and i know that it's not easy, To be calm when you've found something going on. But take your time, think a lot, Why, think of everything you've got. For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son How can i try to explain, when i do he turns away again. It's always been the same, same old story. From the moment i could talk i was ordered to listen. Now there's a way and i know that i have to go away. I know i have to go.
Father It's not time to make a change, Just sit down, take it slowly. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, i am old, but i'm happy. (son-- away away away, i know i have to Make this decision alone - no) Son All the times that i cried, keeping all the things i knew inside, It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. If they were right, i'd agree, but it's them you know not me. Now there's a way and i know that i have to go away. I know i have to go. (father-- stay stay stay, why must you go and Make this decision alone?)
Gypsy Stevie Nicks So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy, that I was to the gypsy, that I was
And it all comes down to you Well you know that it does, well Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice Oh and it lights up the night And you see your gypsy You see your gypsy
To the gypsy That remains She faces freedom With a little fear I have no fear I have only love And if I was a child And the child was enough Enough for me to love Enough to love
She is dancing away from you now She was just a wish She was just a wish And her memory is all that is left for you now You see your gypsy You see your gypsy
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice And it all comes down to you Oh and it all comes down to you Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes And it all comes down to you
Gypsy
Stevie Nicks
So I'm back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy, that I was to the gypsy, that I was
And it all comes down to you
Well you know that it does, well
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
Oh and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
To the gypsy
That remains
She faces freedom
With a little fear
I have no fear
I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love
She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Oh and it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
HDsweetcheeks write: "Sympathy for the Devil"..my best friend, that past away years ago, fav song..always still reminds me of him..thanxs T..made me smile
Re:Glad it made you smile and not cry Sweet.
HDsweetcheeks write: "Sympathy for the Devil"..my best friend, that past away years ago, fav song..always still reminds me of him..thanxs T..made me smile
Re:Let's see, Meet the Beatles came out when I was in 1st grade so this one came out in 2nd grade I think...yeah..the twist and I had such a crush on George Harrison. But then I had a crush on everyone, lol.
longtallsally write: Treasure - did you love to dance to that tune or what? :)
Re:Let's see, Meet the Beatles came out when I was in 1st grade so this one came out in 2nd grade I think...yeah..the twist and I had such a crush on George Harrison. But then I had a crush on everyone, lol.
longtallsally write: Treasure - did you love to dance to that tune or what? :)
What would you think if I sang out of tune Would you stand up and walk out on me Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not o sing out of key
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day Are you sad because you're on your own
No, I get by with a little help from my friends Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
For you Demo....:-,
What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not o sing out of key
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because you're on your own
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
A command performance TA DA!! Ok, I am a brat... For my favorite politcal blogger, hate to waste a great song but hey, it is so apropo.
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell ...
A command performance TA DA!! Ok, I am a brat...
For my favorite politcal blogger, hate to waste a great song but hey, it is so apropo.
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
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