Had to see you one last time,
There something on my mind.
How do I say what needs to be said?
The words are.. hard to find..

How about.. Biiiiitch give me my money..
I want my money and I want it fast.
Hey Biitch gimme my money..
else I'm bout to take it out'ya ***...

. . .

This one's for you, Dougie.

I love to hate every thing you say,
to p*ss and moan and argue all day,
I wish your religion would just drop dead,
I hate how it rules the country instead.
I like to kill babies and give rights to gays,
You like to do what the New Testament says.
I like to hate you, like I like to hate all,
So stuff your I-Love-Yous and your spiritual call.
You spend your days painting rainbows and suns,
I'll just watch tv and sit on my buns.
I'll glower and glare at passerby,
I don't need any reasons, so don't ask why.
I'll sulk and pout, I'll snivel and whine,
I'll be flat-out rude all of the time,
You follow Jesus, and I'll hope you're wrong,
You listen to your heart; I'll listen to my bong.

heh...this song is for cheese!

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
and fill my nights with song

"does anyone feel a little lost here?"

*waves arms franticly* "Oh ME ME!!!!!!!"

My love for is oh, so grand
But it is you whom I can't stand

I love your deficiency of a heart
And how you fall short of doing your part

I love your detestation of my birth
Reminding me of my lack of worth

I love your nastiness and impiety
And your constant offenses towards society

I love the disloyalty in your ugly face
But it is you whom I can never replace

I love that you're so impolite
Since being pleasant just isn't right

I love that you're a surfacing disease
Whom I must now slay for stealing my cheese.

Mmm. cheeeese.

Does anyone else feel a little lost here?

I missed something somewhere......but where??? ::Begins to search fruitlessly::

ok??????? but what does that have to do with the price of tea leaves in the desert?

Reminds me of Ben Folds Five.

So you wanted to take a break,
slow it down some and have some space,
well, **** you too,
Give me my money back,
Give me my money back, you b*tch.
I want my money back.
And don't forget
to give me back my black t-shirt.

I love Ben Folds.

And I love you, Doug.

[This message was edited by YNLissa on September 07, 2003 at 07:09 PM.]

Ohhh... Korith how sweet!!! I'd want my money back too!!!
-JM

ROFL yeah I know!

You SO ripped that off from Stephen Lynch.