Saturday, October 30, 2010
This is what you call....
This is what you call Talent...
She actually made me like the song !!
And This is what you call Simply Amazing..
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Disconnected
Your always there beside me
You provide me with all I need
I cannot live a day without you
I love to explore with you
I love to search with you
I want to download your heart
I want to upload mine
but lately... I'm constantly disconnecting from you
and as much as it annoys me, I guess the signals not there...
Andy
You provide me with all I need
I cannot live a day without you
I love to explore with you
I love to search with you
I want to download your heart
I want to upload mine
but lately... I'm constantly disconnecting from you
and as much as it annoys me, I guess the signals not there...
Andy
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
David Choi - I think i like you
I saw her picking her nose
in the car next to me
she thinks I didn't see
but I clearly saw her
I saw her picking her nose
like no one was there
that's the kind of girl I want
a girl who doesn't care
two fingers up there
is better than one
If I could help you pick your nose
then I think I found the one
I think I like you
I think I like you....a lot
oh you're so cute
the way those fingers move
I think I like you....a lot
She start a driving
I follow her
she rolls down her window
are you my soul-mate, sir?
Then I show her my fingers
moldy green with crust
she sees that I'm aged perfection
I park, she picks me up
So later that night, we end up
covered in beautiful, beautiful, shtuff
boy ain't life good
I think I'm in love
in the car next to me
she thinks I didn't see
but I clearly saw her
I saw her picking her nose
like no one was there
that's the kind of girl I want
a girl who doesn't care
two fingers up there
is better than one
If I could help you pick your nose
then I think I found the one
I think I like you
I think I like you....a lot
oh you're so cute
the way those fingers move
I think I like you....a lot
She start a driving
I follow her
she rolls down her window
are you my soul-mate, sir?
Then I show her my fingers
moldy green with crust
she sees that I'm aged perfection
I park, she picks me up
So later that night, we end up
covered in beautiful, beautiful, shtuff
boy ain't life good
I think I'm in love
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