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The Fuss Botts
The Fuss
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:19:00 GMT |
Millions |
Can't believe what they told me 'bout MondaySometimes being good and others being lazyCan't decide and it's slicing my heartand you said to me: I'm taking it one by oneAnd you seem just a little... Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 11:50:00 GMT |
The Ankle and the Snake |
So you stick out from the asphalt I never walk on cement roadsI take all precautions look both waysBefore I tell you I want no moreYou slip on trails unpaved by pityI never asked for forgotten postsI ... Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 05:44:00 GMT |
A bitter complaint |
You don't seem to understand,someone's strained your ears out againYou loved your eyes that caught the fliesacting out of turn one last timeI won't put on policemen suitsI won't act as though your wor... Posted by on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 11:20:00 GMT |
More suburbs with M |
Perhaps I'll wake up and pinch me I'm dreamingThis time it's so crazy...I love it and I'm giddyA school boy, a dumb fucka smile which doesn't wipe cleanA lover, a mistress, all that adult businessPerh... Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 14:06:00 GMT |
Suburbs with M |
I chose amongst the millions(what was that?)I didn't want another oneI confessed on Valentines(what was that?)I prepared my lines that nightYou wouldn't want to say goodbye(Would you now?)Before we ev... Posted by on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 12:17:00 GMT |
Tear drops |
Maybe because you're as beautiful as the songs I writeI open up a window and I sing all nightI know you're not watchingand I know you don't carethat I'm sitting behind a screencatching the notes in yo... Posted by on Mon, 06 Feb 2006 15:33:00 GMT |
Number 8 |
It's always strange every blush just to see you You look around like there's some kind of bee here I sting a stare and pluck a string of phrases that never seem to be the right words explained here I... Posted by on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 15:45:00 GMT |
Hems and collars |
Cat walk calls, sing song girls and the coolest of them all and the mace of the face they dance for they got style, they go cool, they go smoochy gucci poo and they want another smile like prozzac ... Posted by on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 13:56:00 GMT |
Trails of an eager revolution |
I've got a bigger car She's got a bigger dick He's had the same old flavours She's writing see through cheques I've got a fancy phone She's got a she toy boy He's got an import girlfriend She's payin... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 17:15:00 GMT |