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| Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 50 | |
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Gypsy is  at me.  and you've got bells on  
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Gypsy is at me.    But my pc is explosion proof. 
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Gypsy is at me. and you've got bells on She hates bells. |
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Say hello catch
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Gypsy is at me.
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<---------cranks up THE ROMANTICS........WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU!!!
 
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Gypsy is at me. |
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first.
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Gypsy is at me. 
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hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
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Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
Tonight at the Freaker's Hall And you know you're invited one and all Uh oh Come on baby's grease your lips Grab your hats and swing your hips And don't forget to bring your whips We're going to the freaker's ball (yes) Blow your whistle, and bang your gong Roll up something to take along It feels so good, it must be wrong We're freakin' at the freaker's ball Well all the fags and the dykes they're boogie-in' together The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you The FBI is dancin' with the junkies All the straights, swingin' with the funkies Across the floor and up the wall We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all We're freakin' at the freaker's ball Everybody's kissing each other Brother with sister, son with mother Smear my body up with butter And take me to the freaker's ball Pass that roach please, and pour the wine I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine I'm gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blind Freakin' at the freaker's ball White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you Everybody ballin' in batches Pyromaniacs strikin' matches I'm gonna itch me where it scratches Freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all We're freakin' at the freaker's ball We're at a ball We're freakin' at the freaker's ball (c) 1973 Tro-Essex Music Ltd. |
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Dear diary.........pass the ganja!!!!
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???Pretty Please???
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sure.......ok...........
I still want my tambourine all the songs Im listening to has a tambourine.........and I feel like jamming!!! I miss jamming!!!
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dear diary, Hi, my name is George, I'm unemployed and I live with my parents.
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Hellllloooo CATCH!
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hello, my name is chevy and i love boobie's ! and i have a job !
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HI.....MY name is gypsy and I have no life!!!!
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Gypsy, Gypsy, when will those clouds all disappear?
Gypsy, Gypsye, where will it lead us from here? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But Gypsy, Gypsy, you cant say we never tried Gypsy, youre beautiful, but aint it time we said good-bye? Gypsy, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried? All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear: Gypsy, Gypsy, where will it lead us from here? Oh, gypsy, dont you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But Gypsy, Gypsy, aint it time we said good-bye? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But gysy, I still love you, baby Evrywhere I look I see your eyes There aint a woman that comes close to you Come on baby, dry your eyes But Gypsy, Gypsy, aint it good to be alive? Gypsy, Gypsy, they cant say we never tried 
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