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Makes about as much sense as anything in that line.

Our member BVA has this as his sig: Are those lyrics right?

I really do love your work, Hunter. Sometimes I'll play through your soundcloud songs on my iPod, and then I realize..."You know, I talk to this guy." That's just such a cool thing, I don't know if I can even word it well. Like, actual musicians seem so aloof. Sure I've had friends strum away at talent shows and stuff but this is on such a different level. I actually know you, and you make really good music. I'm just not getting this across, poo. I appreciate you You're spoiling me! "Witch hop", oh lord I'm in love. The hype virus, it's fully got me in its clutches.

You've been wrong before

Acoustic: Carry me up them stairs With my white socks on and my pretty song, You like my blue nail polish What is all this? You said, "Little miss, upstairs Don't be scared." Daddy dearest, you know how I like to take trips Pops, first stop at the K-Mart Buy me my peach lip-gloss Cigarettes and lollipops Mad Magazine and white socks All in your car for our trip across the USA We gonna party like it's 1949 We in the Pontiac from July to July It's a flower motel nation Day and night on our last vacation We gonna see it all before we say goodbye Daddy likes Blackpool, Pleasure beach and road-stops, Baby likes the Swiss Alps souvenir gift-shops Late night, midnight, radio show talks Daddy, baby, big jail break Ponytail and lollipops Dinerettes and soda-pops New blue bathing suit Ruched tops and Cadillacs Blue LA Carte Docks Hop-scotch, shit talk Alabama hard knocks Motel brass locks. We gonna party like it's 1949 We in the Pontiac from July to July It's a motel flower nation Day and night on our last vacation We gonna see it all before he says goodbye Studio: Carry me up them stairs With my white socks on And my pretty song Like my blue nail polish What is all this? You said of the mess upstairs Don't be scared Daddy dearest You know how I like to take trips Pops first stops at the K-Mart Buy me my peach lipgloss Cigarettes and lollipops For our trip across the USA We're gonna party like it's 1949 We're in the Pontiac from July to July Gonna see it all before he says goodbye Gonna party like it's 1949 Carry me up the stairs With my white socks on And my blonde hair long You like my pin-up bodice And the solace That comes with the midnight air And my icy stare It's the clearest When it's me and him alone He's stops, he talks about all the ways he used to Dinerettes and soda pops For our trip across the USA We're gonna party like it's 1949 We're in the Pontiac from July to July Gonna see it all before he says goodbye Gonna party like it's 1949 Daddy likes Blackpool, Pleasure beach and road stops, Me, I like the Swiss Alps souvenir gift shops Late night, midnight, radio show talks Him and me, a big jailbreak Ponytail and lollipops Dinerettes and sodapops New blue bathing suit Ruched tops and Cadillacs Blue LA Carte Docks Hopscotch, hot talk Alabama hard knocks Motel brass locks.

Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn's my mother Jesus is my bestest friend We don't need nobody, 'cause we got each other Or at least I pretend We get down every Friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin' alright Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind (I said don't worry 'bout it) I sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby I sing the body electric I sing the body electric Sing that body electric, sing that body electric I'm on fire, sing that body electric Whitman is my daddy, Monaco's my mother Diamonds are my bestest friend Heaven is my baby, Suicide's her father Opulence is the end We get down every Friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin' alright Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind (I said don't worry 'bout it) I sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby I sing the body electric I sing the body electric Sing that body electric, sing that body electric I'm on fire, sing that body electric My clothes still smell like you And all the photographs say that you're still young I pretend I’m not hurt and go about the world like I’m havin’ fun We get crazy every Friday night Drop it like it’s hot in the pale moonlight Grand Ole Opry, feelin’ alright Mary's swaying softly to her heart's delight I sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby I sing the body electric I sing the body electric Sing that body electric, sing that body electric I'm on fire, sing that body electric I sing the body electric, baby I sing the body electric, baby I sing the body electric, baby

Jerry says that anytime I think I have a good idea That I should do the opposite of whatever it is I feel That's because I have a bad mind And I have gold in my veins But he said I got the purest heart That he's ever seen What God give me a brain for If he won't help me use it? What God give me a plan for If he won't help me do it? You're gonna love me I'm gonna make you You're gonna love me I'm gonna make you I can tell that you're the type to never trust a beauty queen But I was never voted for nothing in high school Never meant anything to anybody Never ever gave myself away But even when I'm funny You think I'm acting so I say What God give me a brain for If he won't let me use it? What God give me a plan for? He never helps me do it You're gonna love me I'm gonna have to make you You're gonna love me I'm gonna make you You say that you don't want to be hypnotized But baby, I, I don't wanna hypnotize you There's nothing from you that I wanna take I just wanna be like you Maybe love you just a little bit Please Jim, I'mma dedicate this whole album to you You told me to get my way, that's exactly what I'm gonna do I'm gonna strike out, right now I'm striking out right now with this song But I can't help myself I can't do right for long You know that What God give me a brain for? He knows that I can't use it I don't know why he'd give me a plan for He never lets me do it But you're gonna love me I'm gonna make you You're gonna love me I'm gonna make you

Neon Fashion and Glowstix - Charli XCX

10, that's really gorgeous.

YES YES STAN STAN

I don't know, she stutters a lot And the Cheryl version just has "pumping"... It does sound like it, though.

You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold P-pumping gas at the Texaco, road to road You're on the run, whoa baby Yeah, you're on the run, whoa baby I'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for you You give me butterflies, heart skipping one, two I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu I'm running temperatures thinking of your love, boo Brooklyn, move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips Come on over, ghetto baby (He said, "Show me what you got, girl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, girl") I know your lips say that you wanna But your heart says no But boy your hips say that you're gonna When you hold me hold me, you're so fun B-baby, you are too much fun, b-baby My local rockstar, the Willie B. crew I feeling you boy, you're liking me too I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you You're out there on the grind Now come home to your queen, boo Brooklyn, move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips Come on over, ghetto baby (He said, "Show me what you got, girl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, girl") (x2) We're a match made in Heaven If they're gonna talk, let 'em If they don't think we're good together Baby, just forget 'em When he's bad, he's bad But when he's good no one's better 'Cause we're match made in heaven And this kind of love's forever Brooklyn, move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips Come on over, ghetto baby (He said, "Show me what you got, girl") Come on over, ghetto baby ("Drop it like it's hot, girl") (x2)

I don't know why you're looking at those other girls I'm delicious They're disgusting, I'm delicious They disgust me, I'm delicious Let's discuss this, I'm delicious Delicious (x2) My-my, apple of my eye I think you're really hot and I want you to me mine I like the way the bling on your pinky ring shine Aye-aye-aye Keep them other girls at bay, Oh, I would blow them all away. Keep them other girls at bay, Oh, I would blow them all away. They're disgusting, I'm delicious They disgust me, I'm delicious Let's discuss this, I'm delicious Delicious (x2) [Rapper] I'm from South Beach In my white tee I see this bad thing I think she like me [LDR] He's from South Beach In his white tee Said that I could Be his wifey My, my, think you’re really fly Don’t look at all the other girls Bye, bye Kiss me really hard Baby, holds me really tight Aye-aye-aye Keep them other girls at bay Oh, I would blow them all away Keep them other girls at bay Oh, I would blow them all away They’re disgusting, I’m delicious They disgust me, I’m delicious Let’s discuss this, I’m delicious Delicious. (x2) I’m free and I’m fresh and I’m fun I’m wild as can be and I want Want you boy, I want you boy I’m cool and I’m calm A dangerous army of one and I caught Caught you boy, I caught you boy I’m delicious, you can’t touch this I’m that bitch that, you can’t fuck with [Rapper] She’s delicious, I’mma comfit She’s the bitch that, I’mma fuck with

I wouldn't be surprised if it's something like that--it really sounds like teal. Just showing some appreciation for the line: "I'm the Garden of Eden Lady Liberty." Ugh, this song is lyrical genius.

I really love Elvis myself, and this song was one of the first ones I listened to on YouTube when delving into her unreleased work. Holds a special place in my heart. I currently have it under "K", though "/

I'll still love her when she's no longer young and beautiful.

Platinum and vale acrylics Skim the paper for the critics Baby's breath and Elvis lyrics On the copper bar Late in motel lounges singin' Spotlight on the band is swingin' Chateau Marmont memories fading Hope is very far Elvis, where are you when I need you most? White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost Pick me up and make a toast Champagne in the air Tipping back his head, relaxing Thank you very much and I'm laughing All my chantilly lace catchin' Baby, on the chandelier Sweeping scents and blue hydrangea Summer hail and summer stranger Baby, he's in constant danger Help is very far "You look like a Florida native Are you?" I said, at the rate of Slow molasses from the state of Vermont with a Southern drawl Elvis, where are you when I need you most? White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost Pick me up and make a toast Champagne in the air Tipping back his head, relaxing Thank you very much and I'm laughing All my chantilly lace is catchin' On the chandelier He said he'd come to welcome, warn me Just your diamond to adorn me Come to be and see the one and only For my final year Well, thank you Elvis, where are you when I need you most? White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost Pick me up and make a toast Champagne in the air Tipping back his head, relaxing Thank you very much and I'm laughing All my chantilly lace is catchin' On that chandelier It's catchin' on that chandelier It's catchin' on that chandelier Where are you when I need you most?

You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my-my I love you but I don't know why You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop Had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?" Knew it was wrong, but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips, The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it I tried to be strong but I lost it You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my-my You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog Know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop He has a white Corvette like I wanted A fire in his eyes, know I saw it He's bleeding from his brain and his wallet He's sick and he's taken, but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips, The liquor on his lips I just can't resist As close as I'll get to the darkness He tells me to shut up I got this You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath my my You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog Know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop I need you, I need you, babe Like I never needed anyone You're wrong but you're so much fun You said you treat them mean to keep them keen, you're not that nice But you taste like the fourth of the July Malt liquor on your breath, my-my You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop Don't let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop Don't let it stop

Um that girl stole the title of America's Next Top Model from my fave, eff her Stache (feat. Zedd) - Lady Gaga

...Does Lana have that?

Born to Die 23 Off To The Races 16 Blue Jeans 15 Video Games 13 National Anthem 23 Dark Paradise 15 Radio 17 Carmen 24 Million Dollar Man 21 Summertime Sadness 18 This Is What Makes Us Girls 6 Without You 30

She is beautiful :imbeingsarcasticbitch2: Of course the world was captivated by her appearance originally, because it was a video that went viral. Even I was struck by her appearance in "Video Games", although i think she looks better when she's less pouty. I like to think that I'd like her as much if wasn't attractive because I'm not really into fanning so hardcore for popstars, where beauty is essential. But I admit, it did catch my interest. But this isn't really about MY opinion. Personally, I think the music would be different if she wasn't this beautiful girl. She wouldn't be singing about being the most exotic flower or the whole world's girl. And that's fine. It's certainly a perspective she has and is used to (although I would never say she's limited to being the hot girl). For instance, I'm not writing about being an exotic flower because I don't have that perspective. I don't know, the backlash would definitely have been much less if she wasn't as pretty. But do I think she would have been as successful? Not really. Her breakthrough came with a vintage video of her looking captivating. Maybe "Video Games" could have made it on its own merit, but remember that it's success was an accident, and ultimately a product of her being beautiful in the video. She's on magazine covers now, but at the beginning that's all it was--an accident. Fueled in no small part by her looks. Generally I have my ugly dude syndrome and would not be rooting for her as much under those circumstances, but Lana has always been a special case to me.

Brite Lites. Nahh, here: 1. RIDE, I WAS THERE GUYS, WILL TALKING ABOUT IT EVER GET OLD NOT REALLY 2. National Anthem -- despite some of the filters, there's a lot to love about it. Including but not limited to mixed children :3 3. Born to Die 4. Video Games 5. Blue Jeans -- not negating this video, I think all five of these are beautiful. 6 and on, though... 6. Carmen 7. Summertime Sadness

I think "freakshow" is definitely right, thanks!

He's got the grin of a very old man Madrigal, boo, don't be naive. They deff fucked. TPD, you always answer my prayers! That's really good info. That does worry me about some of the songs I've classified as Jimmy because if "heavy metal king" is a lyric that can apply to Mike...Why do you so those three songs are about him more than one of the others? Something else we don't consider enough from Axl Rose Husband: "Record executive, I need you."