TrappedI mean it I wouldn’t go out side And walk around Hey man fear for your life But I’ve reached this conclusionTrapped
Everyone’s in a corner Face to the wall I never looked the other way Not really true at all Greatest by confusion It never lets me be Well no one said to be here I was punished by me
Ohh…..
And there’s a weeping cry And times are melting And they skip all the way up To top
Greatest by confusion Lets me down Never lets me down Everyone’s in a corner Never turn around Oh nev
In The CornerI mean it I wouldn’t go out side And walk around Hey man fear for your life But I’ve reached this conclusionIn The Corner
Everyone’s in a corner Face to the wall I never looked the other way Not really true at all Greatest by confusion It never lets me be Well no one said to be here I was punished by me
Ohh…..
And there’s a weeping cry And times are melting And they skip all the way up To top
Greatest by confusion Lets me down Never lets me down Everyone’s in a corner Never turn around Oh nev
Pulled LeaverYou're the feeling of hurting More is wath I'm asking for Little lies cross overboard Wait for the crying Love to aim at besides Lever pulled Go where you are little pond Never be seen by your saw We'll work it out Now the feelings are right where you saw Forever is right where we were Never be clean Lever pulled Be where you arePulled Leaver
again no tital lolSomething these days in the air I’m afraid to sing this song ‘Cuz no one answers me Got in the way of this one chance of mine I threw it back It wasn’t gonna last I jumped ahead There was a slipstream One good feeling there I got out quick Lower than I go I’m a pinball Sticking through a lot Then down the side wall The drop (x2 in a super intense scream) I must have been alone In the mean time Nothing comes my way I’m proud to say I crossed a line I said goodbye This state to recreate Is the drain of time Iagain no tital lol
Help!!!
throw me a message on how you're doing.
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... i messed around as little boy...
... i grew up, made the blade my new toy ...
Bydgoski Klub Deviantow "BYDGOSTIANT"
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... i messed around as little boy...
... i grew up, made the blade my new toy ...
Bydgoski Klub Deviantow "BYDGOSTIANT"
i wish you rather made a little break to put more hard work on your lyrics than end it for good.
right me back how you're doing, aye?
:cheers:
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... i messed around as little boy...
... i grew up, made the blade my new toy ...
Bydgoski Klub Deviantow "BYDGOSTIANT"
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... i messed around as little boy...
... i grew up, made the blade my new toy ...
Bydgoski Klub Deviantow "BYDGOSTIANT"
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Whereof one cannot speak of, thereof one must be silent.
Les poissons
How I love les poissons
Love to chop
And to serve little fish
First I cut off their heads
Then I pull out the bones
Ah mais oui
Ca c'est toujours delish
Les poissons
Les poissons
Hee hee hee
Hah hah hah
With the cleaver I hack them in two
I pull out what's inside
And I serve it up fried
God, I love little fishes
Don't you?
Here's something for tempting the palate
Prepared in the classic technique
First you pound the fish flat with a mallet
Then you slash through the skin
Give the belly a slice
Then you rub some salt in
'Cause that makes it taste nice
(Zut alors, I have missed one!)
Sacre bleu
What is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab?
Quel dommage
What a loss
Here we go in the sauce
Now some flour, I think
Just a dab
Now I stuff you with bread
It don't hurt 'cause you're dead
And you're certainly lucky you are
'Cause it's gonna be hot
In my big silver pot
Toodle loo mon poisson
Au revoir!
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light and made a switch
True? Yes
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely and depressed
(Pathetic)
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain
In need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad
So true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, "Spells, Ursula please!"
And I help them?
Yes, I do
Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes, I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
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You'll have your looks! Your pretty face! And don't
underestimate
the importance of body language! Ha! )
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yes, on land it's much preferred
For ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue who gets her man
Come on, you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I'm a very busy woman
And I haven't got all day
It won't cost much
Just your voice!
You poor unfortunate soul
It's sad
But true
If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet
You've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll!
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys
The boss is on a roll
This poor unfortunate soul
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