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Wpisy z okresu: 5.2006

No to jezdem po długiej, że tak powiem przerwie. Troche mnie tu nie było, fakt, fakt. Wim, że wszystka brać tęskniła, ale to nic, musita być silna =P (autografy póniej). Siakiś mam dzisiaj wisielczy humor. No ba. =P Bywa.
Dobra, odchudzam się (jak dziki osioł =P ) ale trzeba, trzeba ze na lato troche szynki z wieprzowinowatej dupci upuścić =P Więc jem od dwóch dni płatki fitnes (dobre są to nie boli ;) ) z jogurtem i pomidory i takie tam wodniaste warzywka =P Chce sie mieć, trzeba cierpieć. (Taaa, jak mnie wczoraj Dupal na spacer wyciągnął i sobie chickenburgera na moich biednych oczach wpieprzał to było perfidne! ;) nigdy jej tego nie wybacze =P a co! )
I teraz tyż wpieprzam tylko jakiegoś pomidorka posiekanego z jogurtem (i dobry jest, nie krytykować bo nie macie! =P )
Nu i dzisiaj miałam jazde. Nie wiem czemu ale bardzo fajną :) mi sie podobało i mi dobrze szło i jeszcze zostałam doceniona, ah, ah oh i ah ;)
A tak apropos temata aka nagłówka to jest takak piosenka fajna (ktoś nie wie? Danusiu, nie wierze, ale to biedronka! bredze =P ) Marilynka niejakiego Mansona, którego od dawnien dawna lubie i za Mechanical Animals koffam (i teraz tłum zrobił wielkie oczy, pani z pierwszej ławki w mocherowym berecie wpadła pod stół, pan jej może pomoże wyjść? nie da sie – sztywna =P To co poradze, że go lubie? )
i słucham, słucham, słucham a ta jego muza jest halucynogenna :twisted: i sie BAAAAARDZO fajnie kojarzy :D właściwie nie wiem z czym ale bardzo i do trgo fajjnie :D aw.
Co tu jeszcze dodać? Że musze dupe zwijać spać bo kto za mnie jutro rano wstanie? ha, ha, ha. Ta bo trzeba iść dupe w trumnie opalić. Solar plast czeka =P a co. Lato idzie, Gyrapie rąbie w resztki mózgu.
Pozdrowienia dla wiernych…fanów.
Jo.

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You’d never take a walk with me
Would you…

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You’d never take a walk with me
Would you…


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