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"Music is my hot, hot sex" CSS
2008-07-22, 7:44 p.m.

I haven't left the house in three days. I'm so lost in an endless, predictable monotony. I want to leave to New Orleans NOW. I want to be unpacking TOMORROW. I want to start WORKING and STUDYING again. I am SOOO fucking BORED. I've been writing so much I'm pretty sure I've developed carpal tunnel. I almost started writing POETRY. I don't write poetry. EVER. *shudder*
Why you ask?
My poetry is like strawberry cupcakes with pink icing and pink sprinkles in pink little cover paper thingies, whatever the fuck they're called. Except they're more black cupcakes with black icing and black sprinkles, but you get the point.


"From all the drugs the one I like more is music
From all the junks the one I need more is music
From all the boys the one I take home is music
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music (muah!)

Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress

From all the shit the one I gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one I choose is music
From all the drinks the one I get drunk of music
From all the bitches the one I wannabe is music

Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my kingsize bed
Music is where I meet my friends
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
[ Music Is My Hot Hot Sex lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
My music is where i'd like you to touch

Claro-que-sim
Fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, nao
Nao ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto nao e de graca
O que gosto nao e farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacao (rheum)

Perto dele eu podia sentir
Saia de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela ate o sol raiar
Debaixo do lencol
Ele gemia em re bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem (tudo bem)

Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem"

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