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Song of ChiWoo

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Roving EYE

Saturday, April 27, 2013 - 01:22 am Click here to edit this post
Woo-woo Woo-hoo Woo-Foo
Dear mummy, dear daddy,
You had plans for me, We was your only son.
And long before this baby boy could count to three,

You knew just what he would become.

Run along to school,
No child of mine grows up a fool,
Run along to school.

When you tried to tell me what to do,
We just shut our mouths and smiled at you,
One thing that I know for sure
YOU Bad boys
Stick together, never Say sad boys
Good guys
They made rules for fools, so get wise

Dear Mummy, Dear Daddy,
Now I'm nineteen as you see,
I'm handsome, tall, and strong.
So what the hell gives you the right to look at me,
As if to say "Hell, what went wrong?"

Where were you last night?
You look as if you had a fight.
Where were you last night?

Well I think that you may just be right,
But don't try to keep me in tonight,
Because I'm big enough to break down the door.

Bad boys
Stick together, never Sad Boys
Good guys
They made rules for fools, so get wise

Boys like you, are bad through and through.
Still,
Girls like me, always seem to be with you

We can't help but worry,
You're in such a hurry,
Mixing with the wrong boys,
Playing with the wrong toys.
Easy girls,
And late nights,
Cigarettes, and love bites
Why do you have to be so cruel?
You're so such a fool ChiWoo!

Tallisibeth na Colliete

Saturday, April 27, 2013 - 01:26 am Click here to edit this post
.......Should I even ask?

Roving EYE

Saturday, April 27, 2013 - 01:29 am Click here to edit this post
smile!

Albert

Saturday, April 27, 2013 - 12:06 pm Click here to edit this post
País Tropical
Daniela Mercury

Moro...
Num país tropical,
Abençoado por Deus
E bonito por natureza, pois é...

Moro...
Num país tropical,
Abençoado por Deus
E bonito por natureza, mas que beleza!

Em fevereiro, em fevereiro,
Tem carnaval,
Tem carnaval,
Tenho um fusca e um violão,
Sou Flamengo e tenho uma nega chamada Tereza.

Posso não ser um Band Leader,
Mas assim mesmo feliz da vida, pois é...
Lá em casa todos meus amigos, meus camaradinhas me respeitam, pois é,
Essa é a razão da simpatia, do poder do algo mais e da alegria...alegria Brasil!!

Moro
num país tropical
Abençoado por Deus
E bonito por natureza.

Em fevereiro, em fevereiro,
Em fevereiro tem carnaval,
Tem carnaval,
Tenho um fusca e um violão,
Sou Flamengo e tenho uma nega chamada Tereza,
Sou Flamengo tenho uma nega chamada Tereza,
Sou Flamengo tenho uma nega chamada Tereza,
Sou Flamengo tenho uma nega chamada Tereza.

Tallisibeth na Colliete

Saturday, April 27, 2013 - 11:24 pm Click here to edit this post
............what does that even say?

bushr34

Sunday, April 28, 2013 - 07:00 am Click here to edit this post
Roving Eye....I like that, would you mind if I were to use that in a COMM. class, with Credit, of course? Tis pretty damn good!

Roving EYE

Tuesday, April 30, 2013 - 12:43 am Click here to edit this post
Music's a great communicator, do what though will , shall be the whole of the LAW! Do the fan- dango WILL I AM!

LilTit

Wednesday, May 1, 2013 - 04:26 am Click here to edit this post
Ahhhhhh Roving Eye,

I leave Simcountry with a song from my favorite band. I'm laying my guns down, well in my case shoes. :P

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tmc8rJgxUI

Forever, Lorelei!

Jennifer

Wednesday, May 1, 2013 - 02:00 pm Click here to edit this post
GIMME BACK MY BULLET'S, I need 16 shell's for my thirty ought six, gonna whittle you inta kindlin' BOB Segar


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