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#11
Having sex is over rated,
So is always getting wasted.

Over Rated, Less Than Jake.

I'm really pretty,
And pretty damn smart,
I like romantic things,
Like music and art!
So why~
Don't I have a boyfriend!?
It sucks to be me!

It Sucks To Be Me, Avenue Q.
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#12
Even the president needs passion
(PASSION, Rod Stewart)

lol

In touch with the ground
Im on the hunt Im after you
Scent and a sound, Im lost and Im found
And Im hungry like the wolf

(Duran Duran, Hungry Like The Wolf)
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#13
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood --
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys --
In-di-gestion!

Food Glorious Food, Oliver!

Look at her a prisoner of the gutters.
Condemed by every sylable she utters.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.

Why Can't The English Teach Their Children How To Speak?, My Fair Lady.
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#14
Oh god i am the american dream
I do not think i'm too extreme

(Bobby Brown Goes Down, Frank Zappa)
:P

Slam it to the left (if youre having a good time)
Shake it to the right (if you know that you feel fine)
Chicas to the front (huh huh) and go round
Slam it to the left (if youre having a good time)
Shake it to the right (if you know that you feel fine)
Chicas to the front (huh huh)
Hi, see ya, hold tight!
(Spice Girls - Spice Up Your Life)
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#15
(just in case the Spice Girls were singing about foreplay...)

~ Now move it in, move it out!
Shove it in, round about!
Disco lady!! ~ :P
(Disco Girl- Johnny Taylor)


Have some fun with this one:

~ It's funny how a man only thinks about the...
You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...
You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...
Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your... ~
(Beep- The Pussycat Dolls)
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#16
...dick,
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick
Pop my dick, you son of a bitch!

(The Pop A Dick Song, Sloppy Seconds)

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude that I should decend into autonomy
and know the pain of fellowship no more.
I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.

(Black Label, Lamb Of God)
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