TrinityPower
Gold Member
This one can't be left out, just a one liner
Here's a quarter, call someone who cares
Here's a quarter, call someone who cares
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
I make a rich woman beg
I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
(Name that tune!)
I've got better idea! Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
The way you squeeze my lemon I think I'm gonna fall right out of bed
The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe
There's a lady whose sure all that glitters is gold
I've got better idea! Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
The way you squeeze my lemon I think I'm gonna fall right out of bed
The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe
There's a lady whose sure all that glitters is gold
That would be Led Zeppelin for 800 Mr. Trebek!
He is a wise manMost times you can't hear them talk, other times ya can.
It's that same old cliche,
Is that a woman or a man.
You always see my number,
But ya don't dare make a stand
TURN THE PAGE!
My husband's song
And, Sbiker that's Seger
I've done a LOT of hitchhiking and I always sang that to myself, walking the dark interstate
I've got better idea! Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
The way you squeeze my lemon I think I'm gonna fall right out of bed
The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe
There's a lady whose sure all that glitters is gold
That would be Led Zeppelin for 800 Mr. Trebek!
Yes, and Frank Zappa
I make a rich woman beg
I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
(Name that tune!)
From THE greatest song of all time! (IMHO)
"The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war"
Yeah and from the same song...Your pants are playing peek-a-boo. I sure wish I could see the other half of your butterfly tattooI wanna check you for ticks
The whole song "Online" is right on as well and the video is such a crack upYeah and from the same song...Your pants are playing peek-a-boo. I sure wish I could see the other half of your butterfly tattooI wanna check you for ticks
Lost for Words Lyrics
I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
'Cause there'll be no safety in numbers
When the right one walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win...