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Woke up with this song going through my head:
Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden
Drinkin' with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend"
She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight
So I say "hello" and I try to be nice
But I see he's feeling itchy
Trying to play us off each other,
"Girls, girls, please don't fight" (you get the picture)
Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
Telling me that women are superior to men
Most guys just don't appreciate this
You just try convincing me you're better than them
So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul
And his favorite subject is sex
I don't even think he really wanted it ever
Christ this guy's too much (I wanna tell him)
I'm as human as the next girl,
I like a bit of flattery
But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you,
I know the score,
I've heard it all before
(Here comes the next one)
Blondie was with me for a summer
He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
I'm weak and he was so persistent
He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight
Oh God, the boy had such an ego
He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
You think you're such a ladykiller
But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light
When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself
And he's watching his reflection
I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself
Here's seven years bad luck (I wanna tell him)
When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity
But I don't need your practised lines your, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you,
I know the score,
I've heard it all before
Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that you're in there
Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister, call it what you will,
You think you're such a lady killer, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror
Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where he's coming from and we know the score.
It paraded through my head incessantly until I finally played the darn thing. Now? Still going through my head, but it's a bit quieter now.
Dreams that I worked with a close-knit crew. We were very close to each other, though we sometimes irritated each other and there were some competition between some people, we were still family. I realized that I had never come to terms with Boone's death and how it had left a hole in our midst. I played his loss and how it made me feel over and over in my head, letting the emotions swarm over me.
I woke up crying from that idiotic dream. I've only seen one episode of Lost in.... sheesh, a couple few years, and it was two nights ago, when late-night television was showing the episode about his sister recalling her father's death as the dog drug her over by Boone's grave. Not the night I see it, but the following night, it digs itself into my dreams.
Will be going over to faetal's house today, to finally see her new house, yay! :D
I feel so bloated and gross.
Click to viewHere we go, I'm hanging out in Camden
Drinkin' with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend"
She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight
So I say "hello" and I try to be nice
But I see he's feeling itchy
Trying to play us off each other,
"Girls, girls, please don't fight" (you get the picture)
Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
Telling me that women are superior to men
Most guys just don't appreciate this
You just try convincing me you're better than them
So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul
And his favorite subject is sex
I don't even think he really wanted it ever
Christ this guy's too much (I wanna tell him)
I'm as human as the next girl,
I like a bit of flattery
But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you,
I know the score,
I've heard it all before
(Here comes the next one)
Blondie was with me for a summer
He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
I'm weak and he was so persistent
He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight
Oh God, the boy had such an ego
He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
You think you're such a ladykiller
But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light
When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself
And he's watching his reflection
I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself
Here's seven years bad luck (I wanna tell him)
When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity
But I don't need your practised lines your, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you,
I know the score,
I've heard it all before
Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that you're in there
Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister, call it what you will,
You think you're such a lady killer, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror
Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where he's coming from and we know the score.
It paraded through my head incessantly until I finally played the darn thing. Now? Still going through my head, but it's a bit quieter now.
Dreams that I worked with a close-knit crew. We were very close to each other, though we sometimes irritated each other and there were some competition between some people, we were still family. I realized that I had never come to terms with Boone's death and how it had left a hole in our midst. I played his loss and how it made me feel over and over in my head, letting the emotions swarm over me.
I woke up crying from that idiotic dream. I've only seen one episode of Lost in.... sheesh, a couple few years, and it was two nights ago, when late-night television was showing the episode about his sister recalling her father's death as the dog drug her over by Boone's grave. Not the night I see it, but the following night, it digs itself into my dreams.
Will be going over to faetal's house today, to finally see her new house, yay! :D
I feel so bloated and gross.