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That line just goes all weird and airy, it makes sense with the previous lyrics, though.

Really don't think Noir has anything to do with Us Against the World, don't know why the title says that.

Lyrics in the file on these but the format is ugly and the trader could've have written them so I'm skeptical about their veracity but I'll post anyway. Walking is an art, so is my body Papi is a workaholic, I’m his little party I’m his parlor trick, sip-sip of/sips above Bacardi I can make you dope, sick off of my naughtiness He says, “Who the best? You is.” I’m glamorous, famous, notorious, dangerous But you’re crazy “I’m gonna leave you,” he said, “You’re not a real girl You’re like a cartoon All caught up in this fame game Yo, good luck, good luck, good luck May all the stars in the sky bow down to you We’re through.” You gotta be smart and I’m a little smarty Papi is a gangster, I’m his little dolly Party favor, favorite of them all He says, “Baby doll is so sick, Sick off your naughtiness.” Let’s go to Vegas They say, “Who the best?” He said, “She is, she is But, yo, she crazy, like in every in single way, like a hurricane You gotta get out of your way But she’s hot and she’s cold and she’s cool and she’s bold And she’s full of rage like me and I like the game, yo.” ‘Cause I’m glamorous, I’m famous, Notorious, dangerous, but I’m crazy, yo Glamorous, dangerous, notorious, and famous But I’m crazy He’s gonna leave me, he wants a real girl I’m like a cartoon All caught up in this fame game “Yo, good luck, good luck,” he said, “We’re through.”

Changed the title. Excuse me I hate going into everywhere on the forum and seeing Dark Paradise shade it's upsetting stop

Oh please, it's never any new material. Goodbye. EDIT: @ that blog

Hang on what was that creepy Jigsaw shit

Anyone rip the drumbeat?

Who caught the fake High snippet?

I heard your at first, but I think it's my...this slurring woman. But yeah, the rocking thing.

French vanilla ice cream, just the way I like Dripping on your windscreen, I can’t get a bite Guess we could be more than friends, ‘cause this kiss won’t end And you got me trembling You’re dynamite, I’m ready to blow Take me out tonight You’re dynamite, I’m ready to go Touch me to ignite Boy, you're a wild thing, rocking on my heartstrings I can see the stars collide Baby, hold me tight Oh, you’re dynamite Speeding through the wasteland, sparkling in the lights Roll up the boardwalk, derelict delight Eyes are on my dress again I know how this ends Boy, you’re all adrenaline You’re dynamite, I’m ready to blow Take me out tonight You’re dynamite, I’m ready to go Touch me to ignite Boy, you're a wild thing, rocking on my heartstrings I can see the stars collide Baby, hold me tight Oh, you’re dynamite He’s not like other guys, I can’t apologize For what my body wants and what my heart decides ‘Cause I’m so close to the real thing Yeah, I’m so close to the real thing I’m so close to the real thing I could almost die Say it isn’t over, say it’s not goodnight Maybe we could go somewhere and start a pillow fight You’re dynamite, I’m ready to blow Take me out tonight You’re dynamite, I’m ready to go Touch me to ignite Boy, you're a wild thing, rocking on my heartstrings I can see the stars collide Baby, hold me tight Oh, you’re dynamite (x2)

Really? I thought I downloaded it from .fm, but I still have those "you're invincible" sounds.

Dynamite snippet. http://usagainsttheworldhigh.tumblr.com/post/38496587016/xxx

Butterflies Part 2 - Lana Del Rey

Her lips are real, she never had money to afford to "fuck with [her] face".

Off to the Races OTTR vs. Hit & Run

YOU'RE HOT FOR GOD?! YASSSSS! :omgha: :omgha: :omgha: I don't think the Sunday line has "little girl", but that God line is ace. It's rocking my whole world She sang in the choir as a child Was this bitch a real Lolita

Shut up, video now

:OMFG:

Lanalysis for this is weird because it sure sounds like it's about a PREACHER, which is just too weird. I think the mystery lyrics in the second line are even something about looking good on Sunday.

I'm sure you'll all give me your two cents on what it says. You're hot for God, but we all got a hunch that maybe you’ve gone astray Control yourself, but it’s so hard when you can look so good on Sunday I know he knows that I know what he’s thinking, I know he knows I know he knows that what he’s doing is wrong, but I just tell him, “Go on and sing your sad song.” My baby has an eye for pretty things, pretty things He thinks that little girls are butterflies and cuts their wings Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he is my beau Puts them on a roller coaster, lures them in with Coca-Cola! Boy, you’ve been catching butterflies All the girls believe your lies, don’t they? Boy, you can pin me up if you like A pin-up/I been up in the lonely sky, baby You give me butterflies You’re catching butterflies You give me butterflies, I’m fluttering, fluttering You’re hot to trot but boy you’ve got a secret that you cannot betray It makes you hot, you’re burning up, but baby-boy your secret is safe I know he know that I know what he’s thinking, I know he know I know he know that what he’s teaching is wrong, but honey this preacher’s song Has got me too far-gone My baby has an eye for girls who sing, girls who sing He’s lucky I’m the type, that’s his thing, that’s his thing Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he is my beau Dresses up in rings and rollers, poses as a holy-roller! Boy, you’ve been catching butterflies All the girls believe your lies, don’t they? Boy, you can pin me up if you like A pin-up/I been up in the lonely sky, baby You give me butterflies You’re catching butterflies You give me butterflies, I’m fluttering, fluttering These butterflies are in their golden cage, safe and bound He puts on “Lola” by The Kinks and he dances ‘round And he’s so happy that his feet don’t even touch the ground And I know love ‘cause I was lost and now I’m finally found Boy, you’ve been catching butterflies All the girls believe your lies, don’t they? Boy, you can pin me up if you like A pin-up/I been up in the lonely sky, baby You give me butterflies You’re catching butterflies You give me butterflies, I’m fluttering, fluttering, fluttering… (Sicko, psycho, sicko, psycho, sicko) x2

Wow I thought you were like 15. Or...well I have no idea how age works over there. More importantly: Are you guys gonna fuck?!

American American vs. National Anthem

I know some songs Love Siouxsie's duet with Morrissey

What kind of shit... I actually know the BTR lyrics from constant playing on Nickelodeon while I'm just trying to watch my SpongeBob, and basically fuck them because it's such a party jam like how couldn't Ke$ha have kept it for herself?

I missed it in theaters, the reviews are very mixed but I need it to be good, that book defined my teen angst.