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Apr. 17th, 2006 03:18 pm

"Stupid Gays" based on the song "Stupid Girls" by Pink. 

Stupid gays, stupid gays, stupid gays
Maybe I can act like that, a non-threatening fag
What a Abercrombie boy, I don't wanna be a stupid gay
 
Go to The Buckle, you'll find them there
Laughing loud so all the heteros stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for their Silvers
 
 
What happened to the gay activist?
He’s snorting meth at a Madonna concert
They travel in packs of two or three
With their itsy bitsy Razrs and their teeny muscle tees
Where, oh where, have the smart homos gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be?
 
Maybe I can act like that, a non-threatening fag
What an Express boy, I don't wanna be a stupid gay
Maybe I can act like that, flat ironing my hair back
Stuffing my crotch like that, I don't wanna be a stupid gay
 
Disease's growing, it's epidemic
I'm scared that there ain't a cure
The community believes it and I'm going crazy
I cannot take any more
I'm so glad that I'll never fit in
Never going to wear low rise jeans
Outcasts and guys with ambition
That's what I wanna see
STDs all around
Our rights in despair
Their only concern
Will it fuck up my tan?
 
Maybe I can act like that, a non-threatening fag
What an Express boy, I don't wanna be a stupid gay
Maybe I can act like that, flat ironing my hair back
Stuffing my crotch like that, I don't wanna be a stupid gay
 
Pretty will you shop with me gay, silly as a lucky gay
Bat your eyes and strut it boy, stupid gay!
Pretty would you blow me boy, silly as a lucky gay
Style and decorate your place boy, stupid gay!
 
Maybe I can act like that, snorting drugs like that
Dancing to Kylie like that, stupid gay!
 
Maybe I can act like that, a non-threatening fag
What an Express boy, I don't wanna be a stupid gay
Maybe I can act like that, flat ironing my hair back
Stuffing my crotch like that, I don't wanna be a stupid gay

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Oct. 17th, 2005 11:54 am

"American Life"

Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

I tried to be a boy,
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess,
I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong,
That's why I wrote this song

This type of modern life - Is it for me?
This type of modern life - Is it for free?
So, I went into a bar looking for sympathy
A little company - I tried to find a friend
It's more easily said it's always been the same
This type of modern life -Is not for me?
This type of modern life -Is not for free?

American life
I live the american dream
You are the best thing I've seen,
You are not just a dream

I tried to stay ahead,
I tried to stay on top
I tried to play the part,
But somehow I forgot
Just what I did it for
And why I wanted more
This type of modern life - Is it for me?
This type of modern life - Is it for free?

Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

American life
I live the american dream
You are the best thing I've seen,
You are not just a dream

I tried to be a boy,
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess,
I tried to be the best
I tried to find a friend,
I tried to stay ahead
I tried to stay on top...

Fuck it...
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

Do I have to change my name
Am I gonna be a star
Do I have to change my name
Am I gonna be a star?
Do I have to change my name

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Oct. 16th, 2005 02:46 pm

Johnny little rocket star flashing the label’s credit card
His name is at the door but no one knew what for
Says he’s got a strategy
I’m a test of his sanity
Wire cars and whiskey
Bad debts and dirty laundry

You can’t even make up my mind
One more song the radio won’t like

Reel it in and shut your mouth
Reputations are in doubt
Write a hit so I can talk you up
No one likes a girl who won’t sober up

You can’t even make up my mind
One more song radio won’t like

So brush your hair and straighten up
Put down the drink you just got
Johnny little rocket star
Picked up a girl at the bar

So I keep my sanity
Wire cars and everything
I guess that we are through
The bad advice from you

You can’t even make up my mind
One more song the radio won’t like


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Oct. 5th, 2005 03:22 pm Sending this one out to a certain man

Swing Out Sister-Am I The Same Girl? (with some gender modifications lol)
Why don't you stop
And look me over?
Am i the same boy
You used to know?
Why don't you stop
And think it over?
Am i the same boy
Whom you hurt so?

I'm the one you want
And i'm the one you need
I'm the one you love
The one you used to meet
Around the corner everyday
We would meet and slip away
But we were much too young
To love each other this way

Am i the same boy?
Yes i am, yes i am
Am i the same boy?
Yes i am, yes i am

Why don't you stop
And look me over?
Am i the same boy
You used to know?
Why don't you stop
And think it over?
Am i the same boy
Whom you hurt so?

I'm the one you hurt
And I'm the one you need
I'm the one who cried
The one you used to need
But you are pretending you don't care
But the fire, ahh, is still there
But we are no longer too young
To love each other this way

Am i the same boy?
Yes i am, yes i am
Am i the same boy?
Yes i am, yes i am
Oh, yes i am

Am i the same boy?
(yes i am, yes i am)
Am i the same boy?, yeah
(yes i am, yes i am)
Oh, yes i am
Am i the same boy?
(yes i am, yes i am)
Oh, baby, yes i am

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Sep. 7th, 2005 12:25 am I'm a mean gay, i'm a bitch.

I'll never be an angel
I'll never be a saint it's true
I'm too busy in surviving
Whether it's heaven or hell
I'm gonna be living to tell

So here's my history
No risk, no glory

A little up and down and
All around, it's all about survival

I'll never be an angel
I'll never be a saint it's true
I'm too busy surviving
Whether it's heaven or hell
I'm gonna be living to tell

So here's my question
Does your criticism have you caught up
In what you cannot see
Well if you give me respect
Then you'll know what to expect


I'll never be an angel
I'll never be a saint it's true
I'm too busy surviving
Whether it's heaven or hell
I'm gonna be living to tell

So here's my history
No risk no glory


I'll never be an angel, survival
I'll never be a saint it's true
Survival

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Sep. 5th, 2005 10:54 am surprise, suprise, though i'm more vulgar

the Wit

(71% dark, 34% spontaneous, 15% vulgar)

your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK


You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.

I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.

Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.

You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.

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Aug. 27th, 2005 11:46 am You know Who You Are

Oh, make me over
I'm all I want to be
A walking study
In demonology

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, so glad you could make it now

Oh, look at your face
Your name is might have been
Your name is never was
Your name's forgotten

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, there's only us left now

When you wake up in your makeup
It's too early for that dress
Wilted and faded somewhere in Hollywood
I'm glad I came here
With your pound of flesh
No second billing cause you're a star now
Oh, Cinderella
They aren't sluts like you
Beautiful garbage beautiful dresses
Can you stand up or will you just fall down

You better watch out
What you wish for
It better be worth it
So much to die for

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, there's only us left now

When I wake up in my makeup
Have you ever felt so used up as this?
It's all so sugarless
Hooker/waitress/model/actress
Oh, just go nameless
Honeysuckle, I'm full of poison
I obliterated everything I've kissed
Now I'm fading
Somewhere in Hollywood
I'm glad I came here
With your pound of flesh

You want a part of me
Well, I'm not selling cheap
No, I'm not selling cheap

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Aug. 20th, 2005 04:21 pm A Gay Song As A Gay Diss To A Gay Man, Mkay

Spice Girls-Who Do You Think You Are

The race is on to get out of the bottom
The top is high so your roots are forgotten
Giving is good as long as you're getting
What's driving you it's ambition and betting

(I said) who do you think you are
(Do you think you are, I said)
Oooh, some kind of superstar

(You have got to) swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show how good you are

You're standing out in the wrong direction
You've got the bug, superstar you've been bitten
Your trumpet's blowing for far too long
Climbing the snake of the ladder, but you're wrong

Who do you think you are
(Do you think you are, I said)
Oooh, some kind of superstar

(You have got to) swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show how good you are

You have got to reach on up, never lose your soul
You have got to reach on up, never lose control

(I said) who do you think you are
(Do you think you are, I said)
Oooh, some kind of superstar

(You have got to) swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are

Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are

Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
(Swing it, shake it, move it, make it)
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
(Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it)

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Aug. 20th, 2005 02:29 am This Is Not A Love Song

This is not a love song because there was never love between us so there is no love lost.

Billie Holiday-"My Man"

It cost me a lot
But there’s one thing that I’ve got
It’s my man
It’s my man

Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I’ll soon forget
With my man

He’s not much on looks
He’s no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him

Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

I don’t know why I should
He isn’t true
He beats me, too
What can I do?

Oh, my man, I love him so
He’ll never know
All my life is just a spare
But I don’t care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

What’s the difference if I say
I’ll go away
When I know I’ll come back
On my knees someday

For whatever my man is
I’m his forevermore

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Aug. 12th, 2005 11:29 pm To You Know Who You Are

SADE

Lovers Rock

You are in the music
In the man's car next to me
Somewhere in my sadness
I know I won't fall apart completely
And I need a place to swim
I have a rock to cling to in the storm
When no one can hear me calling
I have you I can sing to
And in all my life
The rock that I cling to
You're the one
The one I swim to in a storm
Like a lovers rock
When I need to be rescued you're there
When I need a place to swim to in a storm
I sing to you
And all my life
And in all my life

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