A palavra é de prata...

Há tempos estive a ver um video no youtube que fala das diferenças entre os cérebros dos homens em relação ao das mulheres. E uma coisa engraçada e veridica é a capacidade que os homens têm de se desligar de tudo e não pensar em nada, a tal "nothing box" que nós homens usamos para relaxar. E isto é algo que as mulheres não conseguem perceber. Não suportam ver-nos neste estado! Depois gera-se aquela conversa habitual pela qual eu já passei com a minha ex...
- "Em que é que estás a pensar?"
- "Em nada."
- "Em nada? Como é que é possivel não estares a pensar em nada?"
- "Sim, não estava a pensar em nada."
- "Oh, não me queres é dizer..."
- "Não estava a pensar em nada!!!"
- "Vá lá, diz lá..."
Tanto chateia que começas a pensar "Tenho de inventar qq coisa só para ver se ela se cala. Chata dum caralho!". E vais inventar o que? Vá qq coisa pra despachar...
- "Tava a pensar que amanhã talvez chova."
- "Tavas a pensar no tempo? Só isso? De certeza que tavas a pensar em mais alguma coisa..."
- "Não era só isso."
- "Mas tavas tão calado!"
Pois tava caralho, porque não tava a pensar em nada e logo não tinha nada para dizer!!!
- "Era so isso."
- "Va lá de certeza que tava a pensar em mais alguma coisa!"
Foda-se que ja me tou a passar com esta merda! Tenho de inventar qualquer coisa de mais profundo para ver se a convenço a calar-se e deixar-me voltar a não pensar em nada!
- "Estava a pensar em como gosto de ti e como estou feliz de estar contigo." (Quando tás é todo fodido por ela te estar a lixar o juizo com merdas sem importancia.)
- "Ah... E o que é que mais gostas em mim?"
Pronto, acabou-se o sossego, já não podes voltar a "pensar" em nada...
Que mania que as mulheres têm! Porra se eu eventualmente estiver a pensar em alguma coisa isso diz-me respeito a mim e não tenho porque contar o que vai na minha cabeça.
Por isso para todas as mulheres que têm a mania de fazer isso, e em especial para a minha adorada ex, para a qual nunca tive a clareza de espirito para lhe dizer isto: SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH AND LET ME GET SOME PEACE OF MIND!

When Love Takes Over

Its complicated
It always is
That’s just the way it goes
Feels like I waited so long for this
I wonder if it shows

Head under water
Now i can't breath
It never felt so good
‘Cause i can feel it coming over me
I wouldn’t stop it if i could

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight


Give me a reason
I gotta know
Do you feel it too?
Cant you see me here unoverload
And this time I blame you
Looking out for you to hold my hand
It feels like I could fall
Now love me right, like I know you can
We could lose it all

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

David Guetta feat Kelly Rowland - When Love Takes Over

Dig!

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you
While you try
To fuck me

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me
dig
dig
dig
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig,
Go.

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
your the blind fuck

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bombs away

Mudvayne - Dig

O amor deixa-nos estupidos.

PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT

Em vez de gastarem dinheiro em vacinas para a gripe A deviam era gastar dinheiro a fazer uma vacina para essa coisa chamada "amor" porque é a causa de uma taxa muito elevada de estupidez na população.
Ficamos estupidos em todos os sentidos...
O que acho mais parvo é coisas do tipo, "O amor tudo perdoa", "Quando se ama faz-se tudo pela outra pessoa" "Quando se ama coloca-se a outra pessoa em 1º lugar", e coisas desse género. É a estupidez levada ao estremo!
Já para não falar que depois as pessoas andam cegas... Não vêm os defeitos das pessoas, ou se vêm fecham os olhos. Às vezes evitam criticar "- Querido, achas que estou gorda? -Não, estás muito bem assim minha pombinha de 185Kg." ou deixar de se falar em certos assuntos com medo do que a outra pessoa poderá pensar... Mudança de personalidade para parecer bem aos olhos da outra pessoa também é um sintoma comum!
Tudo porque? Não é porque gostes muito da outra pessoa, tu queres é leva-la para a cama e infelizmente foi inventada esta cena do "amor" para convencer as senhoras dos nossos nobres interesses. Quando tudo o que nós e elas queremos é só dar umas quecas.
Acontece depois é que passado algum tempo perde-se o interesse, o sexo deixa de ser novidade, tu fartas-te de andar a fingir ser alguem que não és, começas a notar os defeitos da outra pessoa mas estás agarrado à vaca porque andaste para aí a espalhar aos sete ventos que a "amavas".
Então e agora como é que te livras dela? Tens de arranjar alguma forma de o fazer.
Há duas maneiras, podes arranjar tomates para terminar com ela. Mas aí se calhar vais perder a oportunidade de comer metade das amigas dela porque vão achar-te um porco sem coração.
Ou então começas a fazer-lhe a vida negra para ver se é ela que termina contigo. Essa seria a melhor opção porque depois podes andar a fazer o papel de vitima e vais poder usar isso para conhecer gajas. "Estou tão triste, a minha namorada deixou-me. Não sei se vou conseguir apaixonar-me outra vez..." and so on...
Mas isso não vai acontecer! Porque com essa conversa toda agora a cabra "ama-te"! Eu digo agora, porque de inicio ela também só queria dar umas fodas contigo, mas depis entrou na onda do "amor" e agora vai perdoar-te todas as cenas que lhe fizeres e nunca vai terminar a relação contigo!
Isto só pode acabar de uma maneira, e vai ser ao estilo do survivor... Last man standing wins.
Os tribunais estão apinhados de processos de divorcio por culpa do "amor". Passo a explicar, "amas" alguem, decides casar-te, só que depois de te casares começam os problemas, acaba-se aquele interesse fisico inicial em que é tudo novo e interessante. E quer se queira quer não o certo é que muitos problemas do casal começam exactamente aí, na cama. Só que depois as pessoas não sabem resolve-los porque não sabem comunicar um com o outro. Às vezes se calhar até por causa do "amor". Haverá muita gente que nem sequer é capaz de dizer à mulher que "ama" que não esta satisfeito com a quantidade e qualidade dos broches que recebe... Quanto mais explicar-lhe que gostava de vestir a roupa interior dela enquanto ela o chicoteia e o sodomiza com um cacete de meio metro? O que é que ela vai pensar? Provavelmente que é um tarado, mas o importante é falar dessas coisas e quem sabe, até se chega a um consenso... Até alinha na cena de te chicotear e sodomizar-te mas nada de lhe vestires a roupa interior porque lha alargas. Mas bem, logo à partida se a tua mulher ainda nem sequer desconfia desse teu fetiche então já está algo errado.
Vamos casar-nos porque eu vou "amar-te" para sempre. Tradução: "Vamos casar-nos porque tu és a única mulher que eu quero foder para o resto da vida". Mal tu sabes que depois de te casares essa vai ser a única mulher que não vais foder para o resto da vida...
Assim que pões uma aliança no dedo vão começar a aparecer-te mulheres por todos os lados. Afinal de contas tu estás casado o que quer dizer que deves valer alguma coisa, ao contrario dos gajos que elas conhecem que só as querem levar para a cama. Tu és capaz de compromisso e parece que para além disso houve uma mulher que se sacrificou para te aturar para o resto da vida! Deves ser mesmo excepcional!
Mas não, na realidade tu só estás casado porque és um gajo igual aos outros! A única coisa que querias era levar a mulher com quem estás casado para a cama! Para o resto da vida!
Gajos dão porrada nas mulheres e elas nunca os vão denunciar porque depois de passar a raiva eles afinal até dizem que as "amam" tanto...
Só vejo dois motivos para se bater numa mulher, uma é self-defense a outra é porque ela gosta de levar umas palmadas na cama mas em nenhum dos dois casos eu lhes digo que as "amo". No primeiro caso acho que é obvio o porque. No segundo porque não quero estragar o que há de bom entre nós.
Devia mesmo haver uma vacina.

What yo saying mon?

Intro:
The gal dem Schillati...Sean da Paul
saw me give it to... saw me give it to.... saw me give it to., all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty...
Baby girl...all my girls, all my girls...Sean de Paul say

Chorus :
Well woman the way they time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!

Verse1:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Chorus:
Verse 2:
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress out...
And if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out....
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you haffi confess out...
A no lie but we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..

Chorus:
Verse 3:
Gal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaa like you a act shady yo...
Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....
My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

Chorus:
Verse 4:
When you roll with a player like me...with a brother like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here to spark it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..
Everything bout you baby girl can you hear when me utter...

Chorus:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Chorus
oh oh
oh oh
oh oh

Sean Paul - Temperature

Amália

Há duas coisas que me conseguem arrepiar, uma é ouvir o hino nacional num estádio. A outra é a voz desta Senhora.
Sem querer ser poeta, ambos se resumem ao mesmo, a voz do povo portugues.

Amália Rodrigues - Com que voz

Vivaldi

Vivaldi - Four seasons, Summer 3rd movement

Fico muito mais descansado!

Isto é tão estupido! :D

Where the hell is matt?

:)

Se um homem se armar em cavalheiro...

É porque te quer levar para a cama!
Um aviso à navegação feminina... Desenganem-se as que acreditam no cavalheirismo e na simpatia dos homens. Quando um homem se mostrar cavalheiro ou muito simpático é só porque vos que levar para a cama!
Não estou a dizer que isto é mau, apenas que é estúpido. Do ponto de vista femenino isto pode ser bastante bom, afinal de contas podem arranjar ali um gajo que vos faça dois ou três favores e se o gajo for bom ainda por cima o podem comer. Senão... Usem enquanto puderem e depois desfaçam-se dele.
Deixo é o pedido aos homens deste mundo em particular e aos de Portugal em geral, deixem-se destas merdas. Só estão a habituar mal as gajas! Tenham um bocado de coluna vertebral e deixem de rastejar...

Black cat bone.

must have been the devil who changed my mind
must have been the wind blowing not me crying
half the joy of leaving was the space I left behind
now I`m back, angelheaded holloweyed
placed myself at the eye of the storm
just didn`t see the signpost to scorn
the blue sky wrinkled through my tears
then darkness grounded all my fears
I gave him my sugar; he switched it for salt
should have seen him coming that`s always my fault

rocks for my pillow and sand for my bed
for better or worse I left him for dead
but two rivers to each other run
words that shook me like the kick of a gun
had something in my heart ain`t got no name
turned out he felt the same
ain`t it lonesome, ain`t it sad
I was the only happiness he ever had
by Indian River the vows were said
in a red devil`s dress I was wed

bitch`s baby round lady
came to me in a dream
then lightning struck and thunder roared
and nothing was as it seemed
a two-headed doctor walked on the water
and buried a lemon outside my door
he turned and laughed, threw up his hands
when I asked him what it was for
he sang `ships in the ocean rocks in the sea,
blond-headed woman made a fool outta me`
then everything went crazy
my shoes filled with blood
the water rose the wind did howl
the river looked ready to flood
I left my man asleep to drown
and ran without looking back around

ring the bells of mercy
send the sinnerman home
the keys to the kingdom are lost and gone
and I`m left to die alone
all these girls grown old now
all that long hair in the grave
realize what`s done is done
it`s far too late to be saved

Laika - Black Cat Bone

Strong, smooth and insane.

3d

I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my error
So you lick a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
You light my ways through the club maze
We would struggle through the dub daze

I sink myself in hair upon my lover
It's how you go down to the men's room sink
Sad we talk if how madmen think
I sink myself in hair upon my lover
I don't know her from another miss
I don't know you from another
See me run now you're gone...dream on

Daddy G

Why you want to take me to this party and breathe
I'm dying to leave
Every time we grind you know we sever lines
Where have all those flowers gone
Long time passing
Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking
You keep on asking

3d

Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
They're invisible, when the trip it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got hoi-poloi like
Now you're lost and you're lethal
And now's about atomic you gotta leave all
These good people...dream on

Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free

Daddy G

Automatic crystal remote control,
We come to move your soul

3d

You kinda fade into the background
Like a better smoke'll bring you back round
Like a man slide inside you my dear
Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
See 'em run now you're gone...dream on

Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like

I found to do something
I found to do something

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on

Massive Attack - Risingson

My heart was bigger...

If I had another chance tonight
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance tonight
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right

If I had another chance tonight
If I had another chance tonight (...)

Roger Sanchez - Another Chance

Guia para a jovem noiva.

Há algum tempo atrás encontrei este manual na net que data de 1894 e achei hilariante. Graças a Deus que eu não nasci naquela época!

INSTRUCTION AND ADVICE
FOR THE YOUNG BRIDE

In the Conduct and Procedure of the Intimate and Personal Relationships of the Marriage State, for the Greater Spiritual Sanctity of this Blessed Sacrament and the Glory of God
by Ruth Smythers
Beloved wife of The Reverend L.D. Smythers, Pastor of the Arcadian Methodist Church of the Eastern Regional Conference
Published in the year of our Lord 1894
Spiritual Guidance Press, New York City

INSTRUCTION AND ADVICE FOR THE YOUNG BRIDE

To the sensitive young woman who has had the benefits of proper upbringing, the wedding day is, ironically, both the happiest and most terrifying day of her life. On the positive side, there is the wedding itself, in which the bride is the central attraction in a beautiful and inspiring ceremony, symbolizing her triumph in securing a male to provide for all her needs for the rest of her life. On the negative side, there is the wedding night, during which the bride must pay the piper, so to speak, by facing for the first time the terrible experience of sex.

At this point, dear reader, let me concede one shocking truth. Some young women actually anticipate the wedding night ordeal with curiosity and pleasure! Beware such an attitude! A selfish and sensual husband can easily take advantage of such a bride. One cardinal rule of marriage should never be forgotten:

GIVE LITTLE, GIVE SELDOM, AND ABOVE ALL, GIVE GRUDGINGLY.

Otherwise what could have been a proper marriage could become an orgy of sexual lust.

On the other hand, the bride's terror need not be extreme. While sex is at best revolting and at worst rather painful, it has to be endured, and has been by women since the beginning of time, and is compensated for by the monogamous home and by the children produced through it.

It is useless, in most cases, for the bride to prevail upon the groom to forego the sexual initiation. While the ideal husband would be one who would approach his bride only at her request and only for the purpose of begetting offspring, such nobility and unselfishness cannot be expected from the average man.

Most men, if not denied, would demand sex almost every day. The wise bride will permit a maximum of two brief sexual experiences weekly during the first months of marriage. As time goes by, she should make every effort to reduce this frequency.

Feigned illness, sleepiness, and headaches are among the wife’s best friends in this matter. Arguments, nagging, scolding, and bickering also prove very effective, if used in the late evening about an hour before the husband would normally commence his seduction.

Clever wives are ever on the alert for new and better methods of denying and discouraging the amorous overtures of the husband. A good wife should expect to have reduced sexual contacts to once a week by the end of the first year of marriage and to once a month by the end of the fifth year of marriage.

By their tenth anniversary many wives have managed to complete their child bearing and have achieved the ultimate goal of terminating all sexual contacts with the husband. By this time she can depend upon his love for the children and social pressures to hold the husband in the home.

Just as she should be ever alert to keep the quantity of sex as low as possible, the wise bride will pay equal attention to limiting the kind and degree of sexual contacts. Most men are by nature rather perverted, and if given half a chance, would engage in quite a variety of the most revolting practices. These practices include among others performing the normal act in abnormal positions; mouthing the female body; and offering their own vile bodies to be mouthed in turn.

Nudity, talking about sex, reading stories about sex, viewing photographs and drawings depicting or suggesting sex are the obnoxious habits the male is likely to acquire if permitted.

A wise bride will make it the goal never to allow her husband to see her unclothed body, and never allow him to display his unclothed body to her. Sex, when it cannot be prevented, should be practiced only in total darkness. Many women have found it useful to have thick cotton nightgowns for themselves and pajamas for their husbands. These should be donned in separate rooms. They need not be removed during the sex act. Thus, a minimum of flesh is exposed.

Once the bride has donned her gown and turned off all the lights, she should lie quietly upon the bed and await her groom. When he comes groping into the room she should make no sound to guide him in her direction, lest he take this as a sign of encouragement. She should let him grope in the dark. There is always the hope that he will stumble and incur some slight injury which she can use as an excuse to deny him sexual access.

When he finds her, the wife should lie as still as possible. Bodily motion on her part could be interpreted as sexual excitement by the optimistic husband.

If he attempts to kiss her on the lips she should turn her head slightly so that the kiss falls harmlessly on her cheek instead. If he attempts to kiss her hand, she should make a fist. If he lifts her gown and attempts to kiss her anyplace else she should quickly pull the gown back in place, spring from the bed, and announce that nature calls her to the toilet. This will generally dampen his desire to kiss in the forbidden territory.

If the husband attempts to seduce her with lascivious talk, the wise wife will suddenly remember some trivial non-sexual question to ask him. Once he answers she should keep the conversation going, no matter how frivolous it may seem at the time.

Eventually, the husband will learn that if he insists on having sexual contact, he must get on with it without amorous embellishment. The wise wife will allow him to pull the gown up no farther that the waist, and only permit him to open the front of his pajamas to thus make connection.

She will be absolutely silent or babble about her housework while he’s huffing and puffing away. Above all, she will lie perfectly still and never under any circumstances grunt or groan while the act is in progress. As soon as the husband has completed the act, the wise wife will start nagging him about various minor tasks she wishes him to perform on the morrow. Many men obtain a major portion of their sexual satisfaction from the peaceful exhaustion immediately after the act is over. Thus the wife must insure that there is no peace in this period for him to enjoy. Otherwise, he might be encouraged to soon try for more.

One heartening factor for which the wife can be grateful is the fact that the husband’s home, school, church, and social environment have been working together all through his life to instill in him a deep sense of guilt in regards to his sexual feelings, so that he comes to the marriage couch apologetically and filled with shame, already half cowed and subdued. The wise wife seizes upon this advantage and relentlessly pursues her goal first to limit, later to annihilate completely her husband’s desire for sexual expression.

Isto explica muita coisa... As mulheres desde há muito tempo que são treinadas para nos foderem o juizo, por isso é normal que seja dificil perderem esse hábito.
E depois admiravam-se que os gajos fossem às putas!

Question

Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!

Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die?

Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you...
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!

Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die

LALALALALALLALAALALALALALAALALALALA

Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die

System Of a Down - Question

Anywhere

Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be halfway to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name

I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one know who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there

Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you

Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you now

Evanescence - Anywhere

I'm not your puppet.

Come on!

I woke up in a dream today
To the cold and the static
And I put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering Im pretending to be where Im not anymore
A little taste of hipocrisy
And Im left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though youre so close to me
Youre still so distant
And I cant bring you back

Its true
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if youre not with me

Im with you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes

I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor
The rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
But when things go wrong
I pretend that the past isnt real
Im trapped in this memory
And Im left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though youre so close to me
Youre still so distant
And I cant bring you back

Its true
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if youre not with me

Im with you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes

No, I wont let you control my fate
While Im holding the wait of the world on my conscience
No, I wont just sit here and wait
While you wear your options
Youre making a fool of me
No, you didnt dare try to say that you dont care
And solemnly swear not to follow me there
No, it aint like me to beg on my knees
Oh, please, oh, baby, please
Thats not how Im doing things
No, Im not upset
No, Im not angry
I know love is love, love
Sometimes it pains me
With or without you
Ill always be with you
You'll never forget me
Im keeping you with me
No, I wont let you take me to the end of my rope
While you burn and torture my soul
No, Im not your puppet
And, no, no, no, I wont let you go

No, no matter how far weve come
I cant wait to see tomorrow
No matter how far weve come, I
I cant wait to see tomorrow

With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see
Keeping everything inside
With You
You, now I see
Even when I close my eyes

Linkin Park - With You

If I'm gonna lose ya, I'll lose ya now.

Come, taking a ride, off to one side,
It is a personal thing
Where, when I can stand up
In this cage I’m not regretting.
I don’t need a better thing,
I’ll settle for less.
It’s another thing for me,
I just have to wander through this world... alone.

Stop, before you fall
Into that hole that I have dug here.
Rest, even as you
Are starting to feel the way I used to.
I don’t need a better thing,
Just to sound confused.
Don’t talk about everyone,
I am not amused.....by you.

Cuz I’m gonna lose ya
Yes, I’m gonna lose ya
If I’m gonna lose ya
Cuz I’m gonna lose ya
Yes, I’m gonna lose ya
If I’m gonna lose ya, I’ll lose ya now for sure.

Tammy Cochran - If I'm Gonna Lose Ya

I know you want me.

Oh yeah baby. :D I know you like it. ;)

Pitbull - I Know You Want Me

I don't belong here...

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

Radiohead - Creep