YAY!
I TOOK A QUIZ AND AJ IS MY BSB SOUL MATE HOW COOL!
Mama always told you to watch out for the bad boys, didn't she? Mama said to just let them be, right? Well, you're just gonna have to tell Mama where to stick it... 'cause your Backstreet Boy soul mate is A.J. McLean.
A hot-blooded Capricorn, Alexander James is an enlightened rascal. He loves Shakespeare and Double Quarter Pounders. When he's not with the 'Streets, he's bein' a mannish guitar slinger named "Johnny No-Name." He's got the number 69 tattooed around his navel because it's his "favorite number, just because it looks neat!" Yeah. Right. Hey, A.J., meet my girlfriend - the beautiful Yasmine Bleeth.
You, the A.J. soul mate, better have a good sense of humor and a slight penchant for the dangerous. 'Cause he's gonna rock ya and sock ya. He's gonna drive through the Arizona desert living on truck-stop patty melts and high-octane petrol, and you better keep up baby. A.J. also likes those long fingernails that scratch his back like carving knives of desire. Mmm... it hurts, but it hurts so good. Pass the A-1, willya?
But lest you think A.J.'s just gonna break your heart, don't worry. 'Cause deep inside, this rebel's a pure poet, a closet romantic. All those tattoos are just for show. But maybe you can get your needle out and scratch your name in his arm... 'cause we think you and A.J. were made for each other like liver and onions, like Hall and Oates, like paranoid and schizophrenic. Dig in and burn, baby -- A.J.'ll bring the briquettes.
Mama always told you to watch out for the bad boys, didn't she? Mama said to just let them be, right? Well, you're just gonna have to tell Mama where to stick it... 'cause your Backstreet Boy soul mate is A.J. McLean.
A hot-blooded Capricorn, Alexander James is an enlightened rascal. He loves Shakespeare and Double Quarter Pounders. When he's not with the 'Streets, he's bein' a mannish guitar slinger named "Johnny No-Name." He's got the number 69 tattooed around his navel because it's his "favorite number, just because it looks neat!" Yeah. Right. Hey, A.J., meet my girlfriend - the beautiful Yasmine Bleeth.
You, the A.J. soul mate, better have a good sense of humor and a slight penchant for the dangerous. 'Cause he's gonna rock ya and sock ya. He's gonna drive through the Arizona desert living on truck-stop patty melts and high-octane petrol, and you better keep up baby. A.J. also likes those long fingernails that scratch his back like carving knives of desire. Mmm... it hurts, but it hurts so good. Pass the A-1, willya?
But lest you think A.J.'s just gonna break your heart, don't worry. 'Cause deep inside, this rebel's a pure poet, a closet romantic. All those tattoos are just for show. But maybe you can get your needle out and scratch your name in his arm... 'cause we think you and A.J. were made for each other like liver and onions, like Hall and Oates, like paranoid and schizophrenic. Dig in and burn, baby -- A.J.'ll bring the briquettes.