She's got technicolor shoes
Untied, laces trailing
But that's okay, I'm with the band, baby
I'll follow you anyway.
Excuse me
I don't believe we've met before
But it doesn't matter
Just let your belt buckle do the talking
We'll be together in no time.
My finger's on her lips
We were laughing
Slip off that pretty thing, sweetheart
We can play dress-up later.
What can I say?
You and me both
It's gonna be beautiful, isn't it?
Leave your shoes on.














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"The road to hell is paved with good intentions." ~Ciccone
mmmmmmmmmmmliteraryorgasmmmmmmm hahahaha. you so good with those words of yours.
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Mufasa? I thought that bitch was dead!
Check out :The Writers Nook, and Word Count. Good communities for writers!
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A vision then appeared. It was Dumbledore, entombed in his cursed mummy armor, calling Harry from his Moon base.
"Harry, you must rock the fuck out."
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Its still a fabulous poem. It still makes me lust after you, and im pretty sure i have it saved on my computer somewhere. Am i creepy? Maybe
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And no matter what you do, you're going to find beauty here, because you can't afford not to.
"The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation!"
(It was pretty much an amazing movie though.)
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A vision then appeared. It was Dumbledore, entombed in his cursed mummy armor, calling Harry from his Moon base.
"Harry, you must rock the fuck out."
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