Thema: AN MEINEN SCHEIßEX!!!!!!!
- GastGast
AN MEINEN SCHEIßEX!!!!!!!
I leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab to New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've got other things to do
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Kick Ass
- GastGast
yeahhhh!!!!!!!!!hass hilft mir im moment ich begreife nämlich daß ich beseres verdiene so wie all die menschen hier die mit einem gefühlslosen arsch zusdammen waren!
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Du hast verdammt recht
- GastGast
hier das ganze lied nochmal
;-)
viele begreifen erst spät daß sie ohne solch einen partner der keine gefühle hat und einene wie eine sache behandelt besser dran sind! meine devise ist momentan LIEBER ALLEINE ALS MIT JEMANDEN DER MICH NUR UNGLÜCKLICH MACHT!!!!! und eine neue liebe finde ich wenn ich dazu bereit bin!!!
SHAKIRA
"Poem To A Horse"
You're to far to bring you close
And too high to see below
just hangin' on your daily dose
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have?
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
You start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
[Chorus
I leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab to New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've got other things to do


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