Wednesday, 3 October 2007

Potential

I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, gyal like to... move it.

Being a cunt is the in thing, it must be.

One more time, we gotta celebrate, oh yeah, alright, don't stop the dancing.

I shouldn't wish for bad things to happen to people but I do, all the time.

Oops, I did it again, I played with your heart, got lost in the game, oh baby baby.

There are fewer and fewer people I actually like. Almost everyone's a 'proper, proper daft twat'.

Another heart doesn't stay sad long, that's the way love is, that's the way love is.

It gets harder and harder to have a conversation, everyone's 'alternative' nowadays which means everyone thinks they 'understand'. Everyone 'hates' those who conform, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn...

This is what is sounds like... when cunts talk.

Peace on earth to all my children x

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